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

whats your name?

god being the centre magnet

you cannot feed someone truth

no i haven't really read anything

autonomy of learning

as in

which magnetises chains of pins

we can only engage in such a way

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

i want to do that too

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

magnetises a pin

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

send your tumblr

yeah

your feed looks like my tumblr

lol

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

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

lol yea

what do you think my name is

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

It Will Get Lighter

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

feel you

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

division of reality is straying away from it

hiding from the rain

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

bro i read nothing in my life

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.