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.
idk
so the method has to be autonomous
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
is this you as well
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
abrar?
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
what do you mean
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
lol
all that is to say
its performative
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
division of reality is straying away from it
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
like first name
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
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
no i haven't really read anything