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

sorry i am texting like a slav

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a post. I want to be remembered

not their contents

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

Style

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

so an active mazelike process

currently

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

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.

Rain, starting


idk

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

autonomy of learning

send your tumblr

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.