division of reality is straying away from it

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.

barren land

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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 first name

ahnaf abrar

feel you

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

much more tactility

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.

isaac

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

yeah

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i love it here

was it worth it

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the site i am dreaming

we can only engage in such a way

have you read

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

your feed looks like my tumblr

whats your name?

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Slug

all that is to say

idk

not their contents

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.