autonomy of learning

its performative

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

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

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.

the site i am dreaming

and the fake qualifier

was it worth it

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

we can only engage in such a way

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then


Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

division of reality is straying away from it

wait what is that

much more tactility

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.


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I Write Goodbye Letter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

It Will Get Lighter

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.