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.

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.

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13, H, grate

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

we can only engage in such a way

autonomy of learning

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.

as in

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I am below everything.

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

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.

you have a beautiful account btw

Better Lift

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.