hello reader,

fw

whats your name?

division of reality is straying away from it

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good

yeah

like first name

its performative

send your tumblr

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

isaac

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?

lol yea

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

magnetises a pin

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

Today I felt like starting

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

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.

i dont understand magnetisation

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

or never left

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

your feed looks like my tumblr

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

no longer writing in the third person