hello reader,

plato

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.

was it worth it

and the fake qualifier

your feed looks like my tumblr

i want to do that too

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i love it here

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

is this you as well

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

what do you think my name is

no like which do people call me

we can only engage in such a way

2 (actually index). two is company

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Rain, starting

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