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

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

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

lol

much more tactility

i have read not even 1 book

barren land

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

magnetisation/form

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we need to be deconstructing our identities

like magnets

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

as in

fw

plato

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

not their contents

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i really havent

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

what do you think my name is

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

your feed looks like my tumblr

you have a beautiful account btw


it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos