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

bro i read nothing in my life

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

yeah


its good

not their contents

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


and the fake qualifier


we can only engage in such a way

so the method has to be autonomous

i want to do that too

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

like magnets

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

2 (actually index). two is company

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

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.

ion

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

this will be about a slug

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

hello reader,

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i understand

send link

really i want the internet