the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

2 (actually index). two is company

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.

was it worth it

wait what is that

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

send link

no like which do people call me

we can only engage in such a way

bro i read nothing in my life

much more tactility

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

It Will Get Lighter

yeah

plato

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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

idk

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

is this you as well

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

like first name

abrar?

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

sorry i am texting like a slav

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

we need to be deconstructing our identities

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.