so at the end
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.I am below everything.
the site i am dreaming
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
feel you
no i haven't really read anything
i really havent
whats your name?
no like which do people call me
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.you have a beautiful account btw