I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
autonomy of learning
propensity within someone
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
all that is to say
much more tactility
ion
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
magnetises a pin
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.
thank you
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