The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

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

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.

feel you

so at the end

you cannot feed someone truth

as in

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

idk

so an active mazelike process

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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

was it worth it

2 (actually index). two is company

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk