lol

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

and the fake qualifier

i want to do that too

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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.

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

yeah

plato

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:


division of reality is straying away from it


It Will Get Lighter

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

feel you

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


i dont understand magnetisation

as in

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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.

its performative


He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.