a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

13, H, grate

that looks like my instagram account

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

ahnaf abrar

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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 love it here

Rain, starting

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

have you read

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

you cannot feed someone truth

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

its good

propensity within someone

god being the centre magnet

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.