you have a beautiful account btw

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

like first name

so at the end

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

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

that looks like my instagram account

send link

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

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

its performative

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

send your tumblr

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.

not their contents

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.