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

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


send your tumblr

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

autonomy of learning

we can only engage in such a way

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

really i want the internet

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

so at the end

propensity within someone

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me