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

you cannot feed someone truth

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

autonomy of learning

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

but i respect your search

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.

this will be about a slug

ion

or never left

December 2025

i have read not even 1 book

...

lol

idk

isaac newton

wait what is that

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

...

god being the centre magnet

the site i am dreaming

sorry i am texting like a slav

was it worth it

its good

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

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

whats your name?