We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Thank you, Jack
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
its good
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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.
hiding from the rain
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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
the site i am dreaming
lol yea
plato
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
is this you as well
...