a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

it is hopeful

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Worse Lift

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

its good short few pages

which magnetises chains of pins

i dont understand magnetisation

much more tactility

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so an active mazelike process

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the site i am dreaming

that looks like my instagram account

i really havent

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

was it worth it

god being the centre magnet

and the fake qualifier

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

you cannot feed someone truth

not their contents

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.

send link

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

I am below everything.

"Put a blanket."

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

or never left