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.
that looks like my instagram account
bro i read nothing in my life
isaac newton
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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have you read
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god being the centre magnet
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
sorry i am texting like a slav
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i understand
division of reality is straying away from it
isaac
December 2025
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.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
plato
i love it here
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15