but i respect your search

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

bro i read nothing in my life

was it worth it

ahnaf abrar

plato

abrar?

barren land

i really havent

lol

yeah

its good short few pages

sorry i am texting like a slav

we need to be deconstructing our identities

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

its good

propensity within someone