I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Worse Lift

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i dont understand magnetisation

not their contents

fw

no i haven't really read anything

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

autonomy of learning

i really havent

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

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

its performative

so the method has to be autonomous

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

ahnaf abrar

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

it is hopeful

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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