like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

but i respect your search

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

autonomy of learning

so the method has to be autonomous

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

currently

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

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

Rain, starting

Better Lift

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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

and the fake qualifier

so at the end

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

as in

was it worth it

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

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk