fw

hiding from the rain

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so the method has to be autonomous

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

so at the end

so an active mazelike process

that looks like my instagram account

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

Better Lift

send your tumblr

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

lol yea

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

god being the centre magnet

lol

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

magnetises a pin

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

yeah

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

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

like first name

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.