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.

thank you

abrar?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

sorry i am texting like a slav

lol yea

much more tactility

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

propensity within someone

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

like first name

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

autonomy of learning

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

what do you think my name is

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

isaac newton

magnetises a pin

wait what is that

bro i read nothing in my life

Rain, starting

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.