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.
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.
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.
feel you
i was tempted to lie about my name
we need to be deconstructing our identities
yeah
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
yeah
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i love it here
and the fake qualifier
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so at the end
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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
lol