Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

autonomy of learning

I am below everything.

as in

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

all that is to say

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

propensity within someone

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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.


not so on: yvf(wthw)

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

we can only engage in such a way

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.


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