i really havent

much more tactility

idk

lol

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i love it here

so at the end

so the method has to be autonomous

you cannot feed someone truth

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

fw

that looks like my instagram account

is this you as well

as in

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

really i want the internet

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your feed looks like my tumblr

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

kind of mythopoesis

Thank you, Jack

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

...

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.

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i want to do that too