i was tempted to lie about my name

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

so the method has to be autonomous

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

lol

much more tactility

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

we can only engage in such a way

autonomy of learning

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

division of reality is straying away from it

propensity within someone

idk

barren land

lol yea

as in

yeah

i want to do that too

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.

is this you as well

yeah

was it worth it

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

i really havent

which magnetises chains of pins

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

or never left