your feed looks like my tumblr
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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.
isaac
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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 haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
"Put a blanket."
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
so an active mazelike process
in a post. I want to be remembered
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
yeah
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
that looks like my instagram account
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
all that is to say
feel you
much more tactility
which magnetises chains of pins
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
its performative
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
god being the centre magnet
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person