thank you


something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

magnetisation/form

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

It Will Get Lighter

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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 am below everything.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i have read not even 1 book

IWGD

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

your feed looks like my tumblr

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

what do you think my name is