Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
its performative
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
your feed looks like my tumblr
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
so the method has to be autonomous
or never left
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Today I felt like starting
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
magnetises a pin
we need to be deconstructing our identities