I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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 understand
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.
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.
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division of reality is straying away from it
you cannot feed someone truth
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
all that is to say
like first name
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send your tumblr
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
feel you
bro i read nothing in my life
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
we can only engage in such a way
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.no like which do people call me
its performative