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

i love it here

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

all that is to say

you cannot feed someone truth

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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.

its performative

autonomy of learning

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

is this you as well

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

i dont understand magnetisation

not their contents

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confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

what do you think my name is

December 2025

and the fake qualifier

abrar?

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so the method has to be autonomous

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

bro i read nothing in my life

yeah

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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.