amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
you have a beautiful account btw
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
autonomy of learning
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
division of reality is straying away from it
so an active mazelike process
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
not their contents
no like which do people call me
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Thank you, Jack
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
thank you