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.
idk
and the fake qualifier
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i love it here
its good
your feed looks like my tumblr
so an active mazelike process
is everyoneback on tumblr now
no i haven't really read anything
barren land
no like which do people call me
whats your name?
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like first name
lol
yeah
division of reality is straying away from it
lol yea
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
bro i read nothing in my life
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 don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
what do you mean
we need to be deconstructing our identities
all that is to say