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

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

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

kind of mythopoesis

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

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

all that is to say

not their contents

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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.

Thank you, Jack

Can I see

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

...

i see a website

the site i am dreaming

i really havent

what do you think my name is

hello reader,

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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