we can only engage in such a way
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
i have read not even 1 book
its performative
not their contents
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
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.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
as in
you cannot feed someone truth
hello reader,
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
that looks like my instagram account
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos