lol yea

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.

autonomy of learning

its good

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

no i haven't really read anything

It Will Get Lighter

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.

the site i am dreaming

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

much more tactility

Rain, starting

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls


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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

...

"Put a blanket."
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

isaac newton

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.

hello reader,

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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its good short few pages

2 (actually index). two is company

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