The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
we can only engage in such a way
feel you
i want to do that too
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
barren land
isaac
its good
division of reality is straying away from it
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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.
it is hopeful
so the method has to be autonomous
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
much more tactility