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I am below everything.

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

feel you

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

much more tactility

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

fw

you have a beautiful account btw

or never left

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

what do you mean

is this you as well

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

ion



plato