Rain, starting

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

I am below everything.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

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

isaac newton

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

which magnetises chains of pins

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

feel you

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

"Put a blanket."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


13, H, grate

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

is everyoneback on tumblr now

barren land