yeah

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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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

Rain, starting

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

much more tactility

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

currently

autonomy of learning

so at the end

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

"Put a blanket."

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i see a website

lol

yeah