We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

I Write Goodbye Letter

2 (actually index). two is company

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you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

you cannot feed someone truth

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

i have read not even 1 book

all that is to say

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i really havent

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

fw

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

division of reality is straying away from it

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

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