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
so at the end
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
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
that looks like my instagram account
i really havent
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
plato
your feed looks like my tumblr
no like which do people call me
autonomy of learning
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
sorry i am texting like a slav
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
and the fake qualifier
all that is to say
ahnaf abrar
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
which magnetises chains of pins
Can I see
it is hopeful
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
was it worth it
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.