all that is to say
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
its good
thank you
your feed looks like my tumblr
magnetisation/form
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
like magnets
lol yea
idk
magnetises a pin
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
which magnetises chains of pins
i love it here
its performative
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
yeah
isaac newton
is everyoneback on tumblr now
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
god being the centre magnet
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
send your tumblr
have you read
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
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.
sorry i am texting like a slav
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.