currently

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03


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.

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.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

and the fake qualifier

yeah

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

thank you

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

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

its good

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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

no longer writing in the third person

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

really i want the internet

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

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

wait what is that

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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.