Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

fw

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

wait what is that

and the fake qualifier

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.

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.

is this you as well

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

the site i am dreaming

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

IWGD

we can only engage in such a way

plato

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Slug

in a post. I want to be remembered