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

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

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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

i dont understand magnetisation

propensity within someone

all that is to say

as in

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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.

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

Picture

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Rain, starting

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

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

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

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