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

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we can only engage in such a way

division of reality is straying away from it

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

plato

not their contents

as in

i understand

magnetises a pin

all that is to say

what do you mean

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

in a post. I want to be remembered

i really havent

It Will Get Lighter

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

13, H, grate

Rain, starting

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.

send link

hiding from the rain

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!


It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Better Lift

isaac

IWGD

the site i am dreaming