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.

yeah

feel you

your feed looks like my tumblr

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

send your tumblr

no like which do people call me

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

that looks like my instagram account

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

was it worth it

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.

i have read not even 1 book

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i dont understand magnetisation

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

what do you think my name is

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

It Will Get Lighter

idk

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

lol yea

Rain, starting

wait what is that

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.

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

abrar?

hello reader,

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

it is hopeful

IWGD

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.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging