nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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.
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
the site i am dreaming
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.
December 2025
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
its good
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
in a post. I want to be remembered
lol
hiding from the rain
is everyoneback on tumblr now
hello reader,
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
like first name
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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
and the fake qualifier
wait what is that
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
ion
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time