feel you

we can only engage in such a way

division of reality is straying away from it

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

all that is to say

as in

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

magnetisation/form

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you cannot feed someone truth

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

abrar?

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

the site i am dreaming