and the fake qualifier

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

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

Style

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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.

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.

Rain, starting

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.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

...

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

ahnaf abrar

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

division of reality is straying away from it

Pimlico Rats

was it worth it

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Better Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

"Put a blanket."

hello reader,

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.