It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

that looks like my instagram account

division of reality is straying away from it

not their contents

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

ion

sorry i am texting like a slav

we can only engage in such a way

bro i read nothing in my life

no i haven't really read anything

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

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December 2025

so the method has to be autonomous

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

what do you think my name is

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

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kind of mythopoesis

i really havent

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.