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.

lol

your feed looks like my tumblr

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Thank you, Jack

its good short few pages

have you read

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Pimlico Rats

no like which do people call me

abrar?

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

i see a website

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.

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