currently
"Put a blanket."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
lol yea
no like which do people call me
December 2025
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
so the method has to be autonomous
its performative
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
...
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.