ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
the site i am dreaming
and the fake qualifier
was it worth it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
wait what is that
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i love it here
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i really havent
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.
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.
I am below everything.
so the method has to be autonomous
propensity within someone
autonomy of learning
"Put a blanket."
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting