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.
whats your name?
plato
yeah
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
no i haven't really read anything
we need to be deconstructing our identities
abrar?
like first name
and the fake qualifier
i understand
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
isaac newton
isaac
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
its good short few pages
like magnets
sorry i am texting like a slav
which magnetises chains of pins
yeah
ion
much more tactility
ahnaf abrar
or never left
i have read not even 1 book
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
feel you
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
bro i read nothing in my life
lol yea
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class