a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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

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

its performative

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

division of reality is straying away from it

you cannot feed someone truth

have you read

god being the centre magnet

sorry i am texting like a slav

autonomy of learning

wait what is that

2 (actually index). two is company

was it worth it

bro i read nothing in my life

like first name

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

...

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.

plato

so the method has to be autonomous

i was tempted to lie about my name

that looks like my instagram account

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

and the fake qualifier