i really havent
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
all that is to say
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Thank you, Jack
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
hiding from the rain
but i respect your search
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
like first name