Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
your feed looks like my tumblr
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
as in
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i have read not even 1 book
feel you
ion
isaac
lol
have you read
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Better Lift
no i haven't really read anything
no like which do people call me
that looks like my instagram account
isaac newton
its good
not their contents
yeah
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
we can only engage in such a way
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
really i want the internet
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it