that looks like my instagram account
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
not their contents
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i really havent
propensity within someone
plato
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
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.
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
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
no like which do people call me
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i love it here
idk
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
so an active mazelike process
your feed looks like my tumblr
fw
was it worth it
bro i read nothing in my life
so the method has to be autonomous
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
send your tumblr
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever