the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
was it worth it
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
send link
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
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.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i was tempted to lie about my name
abrar?
bro i read nothing in my life
no like which do people call me
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
plato
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
propensity within someone
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
like first name