It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I am below everything.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

"Put a blanket."

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?

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

13, H, grate

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.


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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

whats your name?

isaac


as in

yeah

and the fake qualifier

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

your feed looks like my tumblr

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.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

plato

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

no like which do people call me

its performative


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.