I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Better Lift

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

hiding from the rain

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

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

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

magnetisation/form

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

as in

not their contents

autonomy of learning

Today I felt like starting

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike