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.

Lift Analysis

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

division of reality is straying away from it

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.


so the method has to be autonomous

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

really i want the internet

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

all that is to say

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

currently

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.


not so on: yvf(wthw)


My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

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i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue