And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

plato

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

all that is to say

division of reality is straying away from it

fw

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i have read not even 1 book

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone truth

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

idk

so at the end

your feed looks like my tumblr

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

not their contents

propensity within someone

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.

Thank you, Jack

It Will Get Lighter

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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.

lol yea

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


that looks like my instagram account

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.


ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.


Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Lift Analysis