I Write Goodbye Letter

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

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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

December 2025

so an active mazelike process

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

as in

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

lol yea

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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.

lol

you cannot feed someone truth

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

It Will Get Lighter

IWGD

currently

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

not their contents

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But seriously, thank you, Jack

your feed looks like my tumblr