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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i have read not even 1 book

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its performative

Rain, starting

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

feel you

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

i was tempted to lie about my name

so at the end

"Put a blanket."

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.

Can I see

division of reality is straying away from it

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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.