the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
what do you mean
its good
sorry i am texting like a slav
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
is this you as well
the site i am dreaming
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
plato
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
bro i read nothing in my life
i want to do that too
whats your name?
i was tempted to lie about my name
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
no like which do people call me
your feed looks like my tumblr
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
thank you
ion
yeah
i understand
like magnets
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
and the fake qualifier