I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

and the fake qualifier

hello reader,

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

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I Write Goodbye Letter

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

wait what is that

i understand

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

its good short few pages

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

its performative

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.

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

yeah

isaac newton

whats your name?

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

autonomy of learning

no like which do people call me

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

was it worth it

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

its good

lol yea

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation