I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.we can only engage in such a way
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
not their contents
much more tactility
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
so at the end
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
division of reality is straying away from it
as in
all that is to say
...
wait what is that
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
"Put a blanket."
I am below everything.
propensity within someone
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate