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.

is this you as well

send your tumblr

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

not their contents

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

and the fake qualifier

we can only engage in such a way

no like which do people call 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.

so the method has to be autonomous

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

It Will Get Lighter

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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.

no longer writing in the third person

i want to do that too

its good short few pages

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

isaac newton

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

which magnetises chains of pins

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.