Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

lol

autonomy of learning

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

all that is to say

send your tumblr

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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.

Today I felt like starting

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

wait what is that

Better Lift

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.

which magnetises chains of pins

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

god being the centre magnet

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

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.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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.


i was tempted to lie about my name