There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
no longer writing in the third person
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
Better Lift
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.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
propensity within someone