whats your name?

its good short few pages

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i dont understand magnetisation

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

autonomy of learning

propensity within someone

idk

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

plato

i love it here

i understand

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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.

thank you

what do you mean

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

Lift Analysis

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

Today I felt like starting

Picture

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

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

like magnets

and the fake qualifier

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

no i haven't really read anything

Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.