okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so an active mazelike process

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

much more tactility

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Can I see

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

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

i really havent

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

not their contents

but i respect your search

isaac

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.

as in

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

whats your name?

no i haven't really read anything

Thank you, Jack

thank you

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

It Will Get Lighter

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

bro i read nothing in my life