but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

its good short few pages

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

the site i am dreaming

much more tactility

as in

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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.

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

you cannot feed someone truth

...

so at the end

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

i really havent

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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