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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

i dont understand magnetisation

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

no i haven't really read anything

idk

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

its performative

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

its good

god being the centre magnet

thank you

your feed looks like my tumblr

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

autonomy of learning

plato

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i want to do that too

magnetises a pin

no like which do people call me

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

not their contents

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i have read not even 1 book


I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

like magnets