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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

autonomy of learning

so at the end

that looks like my instagram account

all that is to say

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.

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

so the method has to be autonomous

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

much more tactility

Thank you, Jack

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

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

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

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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