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
...
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.
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