I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

i was tempted to lie about my name

wait what is that

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

no like which do people call me

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

your feed looks like my tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i really havent

i understand

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

abrar?

have you read

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.

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

barren land

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

send link

i really havent

autonomy of learning

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.