I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
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
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
the site i am dreaming
was it worth it
i really havent
so the method has to be autonomous
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
we can only engage in such a way
your feed looks like my tumblr
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
send your tumblr
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.not so on: yvf(wthw)
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it