idk

like magnets

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

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

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

really i want the internet

i dont understand magnetisation

magnetises a pin

we can only engage in such a way

yeah

Rain, starting

you cannot feed someone truth

i have read not even 1 book

which magnetises chains of pins

we need to be deconstructing our identities

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

your feed looks like my 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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I Write Goodbye Letter

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?

hello reader,

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.