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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

have you read

idk

i really havent

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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I Write Goodbye Letter

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ahnaf abrar

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

isaac newton

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

and the fake qualifier

i love it here

much more tactility

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.