There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

It Will Get Lighter

sorry i am texting like a slav

plato

yeah

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

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

what do you mean

was it worth it

your feed looks like my tumblr

as in

like first name

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

or never left

in a post. I want to be remembered

its good

i have read not even 1 book

what do you think my name is

magnetisation/form

is this you as well

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

not their contents

...

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

feel you

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

propensity within someone


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