it is hopeful

Style

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

yes

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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.

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

but i respect your search

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet


Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

we need to be deconstructing our identities

"No, it'll get cold!" "Put a tut ahh put a-"

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away


and the fake qualifier

i really havent

and the fake qualifier

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.

kind of mythopoesis