And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

lol yea

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

abrar?

i love it here

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.

its performative

i really havent

much more tactility

its good

idk

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

you cannot feed someone truth

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

magnetisation/form

no like which do people call me

like first name

god being the centre magnet

so the method has to be autonomous

and the fake qualifier

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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.

...

which magnetises chains of pins

no longer writing in the third person

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.