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

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

idk

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

or never left

isaac newton

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

no like which do people call me

i love it here

i want to do that too

so the method has to be autonomous

magnetisation/form

isaac

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

magnetises a pin

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

its good

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.

Picture

IWGD

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

...

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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.