i really havent

send your tumblr

autonomy of learning

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

which magnetises chains of pins

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

was it worth it

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

its good

we can only engage in such a way

division of reality is straying away from it

all that is to say

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people


The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

its good short few pages

or never left

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

as in

lol yea

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

you cannot feed someone truth

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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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.