so at the end
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
wait what is that
autonomy of learning
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
yeah
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
what do you think my name is
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
what do you mean
you cannot feed someone truth