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

and the fake qualifier

was it worth it

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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

December 2025

i see a website

wait what is that

which magnetises chains of pins

and the fake qualifier

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

magnetises a pin

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

send your tumblr

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

yes

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

as in

or never left

I Write Goodbye Letter

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books