hello reader,
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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
and the fake qualifier
bro i read nothing in my life
lol
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
and the fake qualifier
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.
i love it here
currently
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then