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

lol

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

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no i haven't really read anything

kind of mythopoesis

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

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

so at the end

its good