I am below everything.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
no longer writing in the third person
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
brb i will read and reply sincerely
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
much more tactility
but really the thing should be autonomous
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.
you have a beautiful account btw
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
propensity within someone
so the method has to be autonomous
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
"Put a blanket."
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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
i have read not even 1 book
magnetises a pin
that looks like my instagram account