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.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i was tempted to lie about my name

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

propensity within someone

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

plato

autonomy of learning

its good short few pages

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

as in

i love it here

you cannot feed someone truth

god being the centre magnet

not their contents

its performative

isaac newton

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.

magnetisation/form

Better Lift

much more tactility

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

thank you

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.