After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

propensity within someone

its performative

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

magnetisation/form

like first name

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

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

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

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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

the site i am dreaming

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i really havent

feel you

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

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.

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

i love it here

Slug

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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