i really havent
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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.
wait what is that
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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.
send link
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
plato
what do you think my name is
...
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
yeah
and the fake qualifier
its good
the site i am dreaming
all that is to say
we need to be deconstructing our identities
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i was tempted to lie about my name
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
...
what do you mean
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.