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.
currently
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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
that looks like my instagram account
we need to be deconstructing our identities
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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
magnetisation/form
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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.
no like which do people call me
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
feel you
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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