is everyoneback on tumblr now
i was tempted to lie about my name
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
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sorry i am texting like a slav
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ahnaf abrar
its good
December 2025
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
what do you mean
yeah
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Thank you, Jack
hello reader,
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
plato
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
in a post. I want to be remembered