with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
not their contents
autonomy of learning
so the method has to be autonomous
really i want the internet
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
you cannot feed someone truth
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
Lift Analysis
kind of mythopoesis
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
currently
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
in a post. I want to be remembered
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"