nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
what do you mean
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
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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idk
lol
no i haven't really read anything
fw
sorry i am texting like a slav
isaac newton
whats your name?
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
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.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
the site i am dreaming