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

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

or never left

isaac newton

the site i am dreaming

sorry i am texting like a slav

plato

...

send link

feel you

i really havent

yeah

have you read

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i want to do that too

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

isaac

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

wait what is that

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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i understand

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."