to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

autonomy of learning

all that is to say

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

not their contents

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so the method has to be autonomous

that looks like my instagram account

is everyoneback on tumblr now

propensity within someone

lol yea

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

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so at the end

we can only engage in such a way

idk

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

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.

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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its performative

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

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.

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.