it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

autonomy of learning

we can only engage in such a way

its performative

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.

not their contents

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

as in

send your tumblr

we need to be deconstructing our identities

which magnetises chains of pins

whats your name?

and the fake qualifier

feel you

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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what do you mean

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

was it worth it

division of reality is straying away from it

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

i have read not even 1 book