I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
autonomy of learning
"Put a blanket."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its performative
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
so an active mazelike process
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
division of reality is straying away from it
December 2025