The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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?
we can only engage in such a way
yes
plato
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
is everyoneback on tumblr now
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
sorry i am texting like a slav
have you read
no longer writing in the third person
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
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
ion
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
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
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.
Today I felt like starting