the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

hiding from the rain

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

plato

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

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

autonomy of learning

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.

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

magnetisation/form

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

not their contents

division of reality is straying away from it

propensity within someone

It Will Get Lighter

this will be about a slug

or never left

the site i am dreaming

Slug

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

wait what is that

...


barren land

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

hello reader,

your feed looks like my tumblr

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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.