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.

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

its good short few pages

i love it here

lol yea

its good

barren land

that looks like my instagram account

lol

send your tumblr

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

you cannot feed someone truth

i understand

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

your feed looks like my tumblr

fw

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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Can I see

yeah

i have read not even 1 book

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

is everyoneback on tumblr now

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

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