so at the end
i dont understand magnetisation
autonomy of learning
as in
sorry i am texting like a slav
i love it here
its performative
and the fake qualifier
plato
i was tempted to lie about my name
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
magnetisation/form
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you cannot feed someone truth
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
abrar?
no i haven't really read anything
propensity within someone
so the method has to be autonomous
not their contents
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
your feed looks like my tumblr
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
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.
have you read
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
kind of mythopoesis
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
it is hopeful
lol yea