as in

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

kind of mythopoesis

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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

i really havent

really i want the internet

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