Thank you, Jack
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
so an active mazelike process
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
and the fake qualifier
whats your name?
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.
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
no i haven't really read anything
its good
send your tumblr
not so on: yvf(wthw)
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Today I felt like starting