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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

so at the end

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

its performative

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

autonomy of learning

i want to do that too

IWGD

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

what do you mean

sorry i am texting like a slav

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

is this you as well

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

"Put a blanket."

yeah

so the method has to be autonomous

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