One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

the site i am dreaming

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

abrar?

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

much more tactility

that looks like my instagram account

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

lol yea

lol

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

idk

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

all that is to say

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

so at the end

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.

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

autonomy of learning

1

Style

not their contents

your feed looks like my tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

fw

magnetisation/form

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls