really i want the internet

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so an active mazelike process

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

or never left

It Will Get Lighter

but i respect your search

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

yeah

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

was it worth it

...

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

we need to be deconstructing our identities

...

so the method has to be autonomous

like first name

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

send your tumblr

what do you think my name is

ion

its good

the site i am dreaming

propensity within someone

i want to do that too

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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.

abrar?

that looks like my instagram account

wait what is that