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

your feed looks like my tumblr

lol yea

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i love it here

or never left

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

bro i read nothing in my life

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

abrar?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

Thank you, Jack

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

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

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

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

like magnets

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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.

so at the end

like first name

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

its good

plato