feel you

that looks like my instagram account

barren land

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

send your tumblr

abrar?

thank you

fw

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i was tempted to lie about my name

was it worth it

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

bro i read nothing in my life

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

and the fake qualifier

i understand

your feed looks like my tumblr

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

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

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its good short few pages

as in

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Thank you, Jack


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.

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

whats your name?

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me