a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

is this you as well

isaac

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.

lol

so an active mazelike process

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

like magnets

i dont understand magnetisation

its good short few pages

propensity within someone

much more tactility

its good

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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.

send link

wait what is that

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

bro i read nothing in my life

the site i am dreaming

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."

Today I felt like starting

not so on: yvf(wthw)