as in

so at the end

its performative

or never left

not their contents

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

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

we can only engage in such a way

division of reality is straying away from it

send your tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

idk

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Picture

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

you have a beautiful account btw

ion

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.

and the fake qualifier

no like which do people call me

magnetisation/form