propensity within someone

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

its good short few pages

plato

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

It Will Get Lighter


i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

this will be about a slug

Slug

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

ion

no i haven't really read anything

the site i am dreaming

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.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

...

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

autonomy of learning

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

as in

and the fake qualifier

magnetisation/form

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

...

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.

was it worth it