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

i understand

lol

its good short few pages

like magnets

all that is to say

whats your name?

autonomy of learning

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

i love it here

which magnetises chains of pins

so the method has to be autonomous

ion

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

not their contents

as in

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

no longer writing in the third person

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.

Better Lift

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

what do you mean

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

its good

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

isaac newton

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

It's

dusk

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

its good