Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
is everyoneback on tumblr now
isaac newton
barren land
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
was it worth it
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
lol
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
feel you
no i haven't really read anything
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
god being the centre magnet
its good
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
we want to live the knowledge too live the content