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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
your feed looks like my tumblr
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
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
Better Lift
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
no like which do people call me
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
we need to be deconstructing our identities
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.yeah
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.