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.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
bro i read nothing in my life
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the site i am dreaming
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
i dont understand magnetisation
or never left
...
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.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
autonomy of learning
i really havent
plato
and the fake qualifier
i want to do that too
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i was tempted to lie about my name
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls