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

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

"Put a blanket."

I am below everything.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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 want to do that too

you have a beautiful account btw

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

no like which do people call me

isaac

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

it is hopeful

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

was it worth it

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.

its good

magnetises a pin