Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

magnetisation/form

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

feel you

"Put a blanket."

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

so the method has to be autonomous

that looks like my instagram account

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

autonomy of learning

lol

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

no like which do people call me

lol yea

wait what is that

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

all that is to say

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