we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
division of reality is straying away from it
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
all that is to say
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
we can only engage in such a way
magnetisation/form
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Thank you, Jack
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.it is hopeful
so the method has to be autonomous
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.
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