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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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 trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
isaac newton
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
like magnets
its good
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.autonomy of learning
its good
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
I am below everything.
no i haven't really read anything