we want to live the knowledge too live the content

magnetises a pin

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

its good

December 2025

your feed looks like my tumblr


yeah

ion

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i want to do that too

send your tumblr

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

i dont understand magnetisation

that looks like my instagram account

its good short few pages

what do you mean

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

or never left

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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.

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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

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

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

you cannot feed someone truth