okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

as in

lol yea

propensity within someone

division of reality is straying away from it

magnetisation/form

so the method has to be autonomous

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

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

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

its performative

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

not their contents

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

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

so an active mazelike process

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.


much more tactility

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"Put a blanket."

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


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 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.