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.

propensity within someone

so the method has to be autonomous

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

the site i am dreaming

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

It Will Get Lighter

bro i read nothing in my life

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

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

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

division of reality is straying away from it

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

IWGD

Better Lift

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time