in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

isaac

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.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

lol

no longer writing in the third person

lol yea

i dont understand magnetisation

what do you mean

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

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.

really i want the internet

not so on: yvf(wthw)

you have a beautiful account btw

that looks like my instagram account

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i want to do that too

...

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

i have read not even 1 book

2 (actually index). two is company

is everyoneback on tumblr now

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

like first name

hello reader,

send link

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.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it