not so on: yvf(wthw)

much more tactility

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

"Put a blanket."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

thank you

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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.

plato

abrar?

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

isaac

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

13, H, grate

is this you as well


its good short few pages

its performative


was it worth it

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

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

magnetisation/form

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

yes

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?