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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

division of reality is straying away from it

so an active mazelike process

so the method has to be autonomous

all that is to say

kind of mythopoesis

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.

send link

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

wait what is that

really i want the internet

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

was it worth it

Slug

December 2025

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we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

barren land

you have a beautiful account btw

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

and the fake qualifier

sorry i am texting like a slav

whats your name?