in a post. I want to be remembered

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

we can only engage in such a way

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so the method has to be autonomous

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

autonomy of learning

so at the end

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

like first name

what do you mean

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

its good short few pages

i love it here

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine


mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i understand

no i haven't really read anything

lol

fw

It Will Get Lighter

barren land

plato

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.

isaac newton

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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.