She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I Write Goodbye Letter

Rain, starting

yes

really i want the internet

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so at the end

plato

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

yeah

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

was it worth it

like magnets

its good

god being the centre magnet

what do you think my name is

like first name

much more tactility

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

2 (actually index). two is company

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful