There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
your feed looks like my tumblr
propensity within someone
magnetisation/form
its performative
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
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.
Thank you, Jack
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
"Put a blanket."
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Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
in a post. I want to be remembered
so the method has to be autonomous
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
December 2025