I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Today I felt like starting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i see a website
really i want the internet
Can I see
yes
kind of mythopoesis
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
not their contents