Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

send link

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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wait what is that

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was it worth it

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

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

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 Will Get Lighter

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

so the method has to be autonomous

all that is to say

we can only engage in such a way

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate