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i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.all that is to say
its good
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
autonomy of learning
plato
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
ion
your feed looks like my tumblr
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
you cannot feed someone truth
not their contents
send your tumblr
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
so at the end
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you