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.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

as in

have you read

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

thank you

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

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.

lol

i understand

autonomy of learning

or never left

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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

ahnaf abrar

like magnets

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

which magnetises chains of pins

god being the centre magnet

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

yeah

division of reality is straying away from it

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.

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

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

and the fake qualifier

not so on: yvf(wthw)

feel you

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.