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.

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

IWGD

hiding from the rain

isaac newton

magnetises a pin

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.

we can only engage in such a way

or never left

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

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

i want to do that too

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

division of reality is straying away from it

magnetisation/form

have you read

wait what is that

isaac

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Thank you, Jack

i really havent

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

your feed looks like my tumblr

no like which do people call me

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

which magnetises chains of pins

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its good

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i dont understand magnetisation

lol

barren land

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.