you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

i really havent

autonomy of learning

i love it here

have you read

is this you as well

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i want to do that too

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.

we can only engage in such a way

all that is to say

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

its good

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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.


division of reality is straying away from it

it is hopeful

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl


"Put a blanket."

whats your name?

I am below everything.

IWGD

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

hiding from the rain

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting