The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
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you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.like magnets
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i dont understand magnetisation
not their contents
your feed looks like my tumblr
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
hello reader,
i have read not even 1 book
bro i read nothing in my life
idk
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
you cannot feed someone truth
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
and the fake qualifier
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything