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.

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

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

so at the end

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

...

and the fake qualifier

lol

or never left

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

not so on: yvf(wthw)

propensity within someone

much more tactility

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

your feed looks like my tumblr

was it worth it

is everyoneback on tumblr now

like first name

so the method has to be autonomous

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.

ahnaf abrar

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

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. way too specific.