I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

sorry i am texting like a slav

bro i read nothing in my life

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

that looks like my instagram account

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

idk

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models