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.
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.
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
hello reader,
bro i read nothing in my life
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
was it worth it
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
division of reality is straying away from it
i really havent
magnetisation/form
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.yeah
not their contents
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate