the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

its performative

propensity within someone

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Better Lift

you have a beautiful account btw

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Thank you, Jack

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

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.

Can I see

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Rain, starting

magnetisation/form

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.


I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

as in



There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.