"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

I am below everything.


stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

so at the end

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

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.

ahnaf abrar

magnetisation/form

ion

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

autonomy of learning

its performative

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

whats your name?

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

plato

IWGD
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

have you read

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Worse Lift


It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.