I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

bro i read nothing in my life

i really havent

the site i am dreaming

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

its good

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

god being the centre magnet

lol yea

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 guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

wait what is that

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

so an active mazelike process

It Will Get Lighter

i really havent

ion

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

as in

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

all that is to say

plato

is this you as well

what do you think my name is