i see a website

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you cannot feed someone truth

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.

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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

and the fake qualifier

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

abrar?

so at the end

yeah

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

is everyoneback on tumblr now

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i really havent

or never left