He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

wait what is that

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

was it worth it

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

what do you mean

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

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

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

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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.

i really havent

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

not their contents

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

all that is to say

Thank you, Jack

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.