i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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sorry i am texting like a slav

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

as in

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

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

Thank you, Jack

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

not their contents

we can only engage in such a way

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

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

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

so the method has to be autonomous

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

in a post. I want to be remembered

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

all that is to say

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Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

you cannot feed someone truth

i really havent

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

wait what is that

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.