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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.
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not so on: yvf(wthw)
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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have you read
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
its good
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
what do you mean
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
which magnetises chains of pins
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
you cannot feed someone truth
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.
sorry i am texting like a slav
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
so the method has to be autonomous
all that is to say