your feed looks like my tumblr

division of reality is straying away from it

magnetisation/form

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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.

autonomy of learning

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

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

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

so the method has to be autonomous

we can only engage in such a way

Thank you, Jack

13, H, grate

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

currently

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

like first name

I am below everything.

hiding from the rain

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.

Picture

and the fake qualifier

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

It's

dusk

abrar?

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.