13, H, grate

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

god being the centre magnet

isaac newton

i dont understand magnetisation

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so an active mazelike process

and the fake qualifier

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

no like which do people call me

ion

much more tactility

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

not their contents

as in

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

magnetisation/form

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

i understand

i love it here

so the method has to be autonomous

have you read

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

IWGD

magnetises a pin

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

division of reality is straying away from it

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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.