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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

or never left

so at the end

...

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

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

lol

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

this will be about a slug

i really havent

fw

is this you as well

send your tumblr

its performative

i understand

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books


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.

i was tempted to lie about my name

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bro i read nothing in my life