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.

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

no like which do people call me

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

that looks like my instagram account

division of reality is straying away from it

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

so at the end

we can only engage in such a way

its good

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

magnetises a pin

plato

i want to do that too

isaac newton

send your tumblr

fw

so an active mazelike process

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

isaac

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

you cannot feed someone truth

sorry i am texting like a slav

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Lift Analysis

Style

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

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yeah

its good

what do you mean

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.