something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

but i respect your search

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

you have a beautiful account btw

magnetisation/form

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

all that is to say

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

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.

I am below everything.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i really havent

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

that looks like my instagram account

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

plato

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

send link

ion

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

not their contents