Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

you have a beautiful account btw

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

lol

in a post. I want to be remembered

autonomy of learning

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

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 wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

as in

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i love it here

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

send your tumblr

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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

its performative

plato

what do you think my name is