and the fake qualifier

it is hopeful

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

Style

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

lol yea

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.

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

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

division of reality is straying away from it

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

IWGD

or never left

you cannot feed someone truth

what do you mean

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.

i understand

all that is to say

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

hello reader,

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

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

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