really i want the internet
much more tactility
isaac
barren land
i really havent
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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'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.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
"Put a blanket."
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
idk
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
like first name
its good
the site i am dreaming
no longer writing in the third person
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 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.
i dont understand magnetisation
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
we can only engage in such a way
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its performative
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged