There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Rain, starting

i have read not even 1 book

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

much more tactility

lol yea

all that is to say

your feed looks like my tumblr

send your tumblr

so at the end

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

autonomy of learning

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

magnetisation/form

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

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

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


that looks like my instagram account

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

...

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

bro i read nothing in my life

It Will Get Lighter

but i respect your search

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