She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
sorry i am texting like a slav
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
kind of mythopoesis
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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.
no longer writing in the third person
December 2025
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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
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
Can I see
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i really havent
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
lol
yeah
i love it here
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
like first name
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books