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.

"Put a blanket."

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.

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

like first name

barren land

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

which magnetises chains of pins

division of reality is straying away from it

no i haven't really read anything

like magnets

your feed looks like my tumblr

or never left

its good

as in

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone truth

god being the centre magnet

have you read

i have read not even 1 book

i understand

magnetises a pin

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I am below everything.

It's

dusk

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

so an active mazelike process

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things