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

you cannot feed someone truth

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

lol

so the method has to be autonomous

not their contents

as in

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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its good short few pages

i dont understand magnetisation

no i haven't really read anything

"Put a blanket."

have you read

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

I Write Goodbye Letter

no longer writing in the third person

its good

Lift Analysis

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

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting