and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

no i haven't really read anything

not their contents

have you read

its good short few pages

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

its performative

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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isaac

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


this will be about a slug

what do you mean

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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak


Slug

whats your name?

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

so the method has to be autonomous

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

lol

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

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

wait what is that

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i really havent

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

It Will Get Lighter

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"Put a blanket."

hello reader,