what do you mean

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

all that is to say

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

its performative

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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

and the fake qualifier

like first name

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

abrar?

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

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

that looks like my instagram account

plato

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

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.

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

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

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.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i really havent

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

bro i read nothing in my life

so an active mazelike process

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

which magnetises chains of pins

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.