"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I am below everything.

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.

Worse Lift

13, H, grate

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

hiding from the rain

Picture

plato

you have a beautiful account btw

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.

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

what do you mean

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

autonomy of learning

Better Lift

isaac

yeah

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lol yea

i am quite illiterate on producing technology