Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

as in

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

so the method has to be autonomous

its performative

have you read

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

its good

yeah

sorry i am texting like a slav

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

is everyoneback on tumblr now

you have a beautiful account btw

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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

the site i am dreaming

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

so at the end

we can only engage in such a way

...

not their contents

Thank you, Jack

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak