yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
and the fake qualifier
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
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
lol yea
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
division of reality is straying away from it
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
and the fake qualifier
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
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.
lol
sorry i am texting like a slav
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.