Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Slug

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

Thank you, Jack

you have a beautiful account btw

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i really havent

was it worth it

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

was it worth it

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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 really havent

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.