what do you think my name is
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
is this you as well
Thank you, Jack
or never left
isaac
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
division of reality is straying away from it
so an active mazelike process
"Put a blanket."
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate