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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
much more tactility
idk
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
your feed looks like my tumblr
wait what is that
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
as in
lol
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
magnetisation/form
propensity within someone
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
not their contents
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.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet