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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

you cannot feed someone truth

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

your feed looks like my tumblr

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

magnetises a pin

hello reader,

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

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

"Put a blanket."

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

we can only engage in such a way

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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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

was it worth it

as in

ion