yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

Worse Lift

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Better Lift

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

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.

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

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Can I see

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?