was it worth it

much more tactility

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

as in

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

magnetisation/form

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.

autonomy of learning

no like which do people call me

isaac newton

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

isaac

its good short few pages

we can only engage in such a way

yeah

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

abrar?

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

we need to be deconstructing our identities

...

you cannot feed someone truth

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

what do you think my name is

its performative

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

2 (actually index). two is company

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

not so on: yvf(wthw)

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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.


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


god being the centre magnet

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i really havent