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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
fw
god being the centre magnet
which magnetises chains of pins
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
what do you think my name is
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i have read not even 1 book
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
is this you as well
or never left
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
you have a beautiful account btw
no longer writing in the third person
but really the thing should be autonomous
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
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.