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.

like first name

I Write Goodbye Letter

ion

magnetises a pin

thank you

whats your name?

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.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

its good

so the method has to be autonomous

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

ahnaf abrar

you cannot feed someone truth

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

much more tactility

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

idk

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

division of reality is straying away from it

autonomy of learning

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?