We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

lol

December 2025

idk

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

magnetisation/form


your feed looks like my tumblr

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

It Will Get Lighter

i want to do that too

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

no like which do people call me

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

plato


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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Slug

its good

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i have read not even 1 book

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

hiding from the rain

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.

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