god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
have you read
lol
i have read not even 1 book
send your tumblr
which magnetises chains of pins
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
abrar?
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
Can I see
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.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
much more tactility
and the fake qualifier
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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 haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
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.
was it worth it
brb i will read and reply sincerely
thank you
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