wait what is that
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.
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
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.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
you cannot feed someone truth
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
autonomy of learning
so the method has to be autonomous
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is everyoneback on tumblr now
the site i am dreaming
was it worth it
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.