One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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.

idk

...

or never left

I Write Goodbye Letter

...

barren land

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

autonomy of learning

It Will Get Lighter

your feed looks like my tumblr

Thank you, Jack