was it worth it
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
we need to be deconstructing our identities
yeah
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
but really the thing should be autonomous
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
fw
your feed looks like my tumblr
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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.
idk
you cannot feed someone truth
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
plato
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
like magnets