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

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

was it worth it

not their contents

2 (actually index). two is company

magnetisation/form

not so on: yvf(wthw)


it is hopeful

the site i am dreaming

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.

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

I Write Goodbye Letter

Slug

so the method has to be autonomous

IWGD