there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
it is hopeful
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
so an active mazelike process
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
as in
autonomy of learning
all that is to say
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
not their contents
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
propensity within someone
send link
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division of reality is straying away from it
hello reader,
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i really havent
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
Better Lift
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation