i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
in a post. I want to be remembered
propensity within someone
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
its performative
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
so at the end
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
magnetisation/form
much more tactility
Thank you, Jack
not their contents
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
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in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."