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.

currently

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

plato

what do you think my name is

was it worth it

isaac

i was tempted to lie about my name

and the fake qualifier

i love it here

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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.

magnetisation/form