The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
its performative
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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 sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
all that is to say
is this you as well
division of reality is straying away from it
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I am below everything.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
isaac newton
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.