what do you mean

you cannot feed someone truth


It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

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

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

autonomy of learning

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

but i respect your search

It Will Get Lighter

division of reality is straying away from it

magnetisation/form

Picture

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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 haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying


wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

it is hopeful

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life