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you know who you are. no more time, not like
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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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
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
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
that looks like my instagram account
have you read
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
was it worth it
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i was tempted to lie about my name
is this you as well
idk
sorry i am texting like a slav
like magnets
but i respect your search
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