kind of mythopoesis

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

hello reader,

2 (actually index). two is company

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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

1

. way too specific.

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

Lift Analysis

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.

its good

so the method has to be autonomous

much more tactility

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

like first name