There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
have you read
bro i read nothing in my life
i understand
was it worth it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
and the fake qualifier
i dont understand magnetisation
thank you
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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.
its good short few pages
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
propensity within someone
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
all that is to say
wait what is that
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
what do you think my name is
as in