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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

so at the end

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

idk

i really havent

not their contents

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

its good

wait what is that

Slug

or never left

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Lift Analysis

send your tumblr

like first name

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

hello reader,

lol

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

December 2025

...

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

was it worth it