i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
you have a beautiful account btw
Today I felt like starting
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
so the method has to be autonomous
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
but i respect your search
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no longer writing in the third person
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
"Put a blanket."
so an active mazelike process
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
much more tactility
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
it is hopeful
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
i really havent