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

I Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

bro i read nothing in my life

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

autonomy of learning

yes

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

send link

that looks like my instagram account

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

propensity within someone

much more tactility

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it