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.

not their contents

Rain, starting

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

really i want the internet


It Will Get Lighter


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

Worse Lift

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

its performative

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

no longer writing in the third person

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

IWGD

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.