division of reality is straying away from it

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

your feed looks like my tumblr

is everyoneback on tumblr now

we can only engage in such a way

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.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

like first name

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

no like which do people call me

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

really i want the internet

brb i will read and reply sincerely

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

13, H, grate

kind of mythopoesis

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

what do you think my name is

barren land

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i dont understand magnetisation

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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or never left

plato

whats your name?