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.

I am below everything.

"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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

was it worth it

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

i have read not even 1 book

13, H, grate

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

division of reality is straying away from it

idk

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

autonomy of learning

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

fw

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

2 (actually index). two is company

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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Worse Lift

your feed looks like my tumblr

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me 

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yes

lol

lol yea