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.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

hello reader,

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

no i haven't really read anything

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

its good short few pages

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

I am below everything.

much more tactility

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

its good

all that is to say

brb i will read and reply sincerely