okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

magnetises a pin

feel you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

so at the end

is this you as well

plato

you cannot feed someone truth

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.

much more tactility

no like which do people call me

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

13, H, grate

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

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amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

so an active mazelike process

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