i was tempted to lie about my name

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.

whats your name?

i dont understand magnetisation

and the fake qualifier

ion

its good short few pages

plato

like first name

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.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

its good

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

what do you mean

so at the end

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone truth

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

its good

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

that looks like my instagram account

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

plato

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

feel you

lol

i have read not even 1 book

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.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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.

13, H, grate