sorry i am texting like a slav
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
it is hopeful
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
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.
its performative
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
like magnets
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
so the method has to be autonomous
isaac newton
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
not their contents
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
autonomy of learning
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24