The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
but really the thing should be autonomous
you have a beautiful account btw
its good short few pages
have you read
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
i really havent
your feed looks like my tumblr
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
its good
abrar?
no i haven't really read anything
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I am below everything.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.