with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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wait what is that

the site i am dreaming

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

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

i really havent

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

I Write Goodbye Letter

barren land

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

its performative

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

as in

bro i read nothing in my life

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate