i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
much more tactility
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.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
and the fake qualifier
so the method has to be autonomous
and the fake qualifier
we need to be deconstructing our identities
as in
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like first name
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
not their contents
i was tempted to lie about my name
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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.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
what do you think my name is
the site i am dreaming
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
autonomy of learning
division of reality is straying away from it
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