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Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
i love it here
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
yeah
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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its good
lol
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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.