lol yea
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
plato
whats your name?
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
yeah
have you read
no like which do people call me
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i understand
i want to do that too
ahnaf abrar
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
magnetisation/form
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
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.
was it worth it
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
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.
December 2025
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
like magnets
sorry i am texting like a slav
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
its good
or never left
the site i am dreaming
Thank you, Jack