It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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

yeah

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

lol yea

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

you cannot feed someone truth

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

so the method has to be autonomous

lol

fw

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

propensity within someone

as in

send your tumblr

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

13, H, grate

Style

kind of mythopoesis

we want to live the knowledge too live the content