and the fake qualifier

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i was tempted to lie about my name

division of reality is straying away from it

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

like magnets

so an active mazelike process

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

and the fake qualifier

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i love it here

i want to do that too

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

isaac

is everyoneback on tumblr now

feel you

god being the centre magnet

barren land

Lift Analysis

not their contents

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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.

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Thank you, Jack

in a post. I want to be remembered