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.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
propensity within someone
as in
all that is to say
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.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
is this you as well
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
plato
what do you mean
which magnetises chains of pins
you cannot feed someone truth
division of reality is straying away from it
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
much more tactility
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
plato
no i haven't really read anything
lol yea
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt