They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
was it worth it
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
bro i read nothing in my life
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
its good
yes
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
its performative
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
whats your name?
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
sorry i am texting like a slav
isaac
no longer writing in the third person
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Better Lift