I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

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

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send link

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

not their contents

all that is to say

magnetises a pin

was it worth it

Thank you, Jack

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

yes

brb i will read and reply sincerely

so the method has to be autonomous

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

send your tumblr

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Lift Analysis

you have a beautiful account btw

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

lol

really i want the internet

its good

i really havent

i was tempted to lie about my name

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

whats your name?