Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

not their contents

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

really i want the internet

you have a beautiful account btw

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

as in

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

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

Thank you, Jack

Can I see

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so at the end

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.

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its performative

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