it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

was it worth it

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

like first name

13, H, grate

plato

isaac

i understand

and the fake qualifier

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i was tempted to lie about my name

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

is this you as well

Can I see

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

ion

as in

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

sorry i am texting like a slav

autonomy of learning

which magnetises chains of pins