that looks like my instagram account
like first name
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
ion
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.
its good
so at the end
no i haven't really read anything
and the fake qualifier
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
division of reality is straying away from it
i dont understand magnetisation
all that is to say
was it worth it
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its good short few pages
we can only engage in such a way
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
bro i read nothing in my life
its good
I am below everything.