we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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.

propensity within someone

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

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

or never left

It Will Get Lighter

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

yeah

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

what do you think my name is

all that is to say

like first name

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

autonomy of learning

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

i want to do that too

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

and the fake qualifier

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.

hiding from the rain

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.