They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
the site i am dreaming
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and the fake qualifier
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.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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.
you cannot feed someone truth
autonomy of learning
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
division of reality is straying away from it