I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
which magnetises chains of pins
plato
so the method has to be autonomous
its good short few pages
god being the centre magnet
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
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
what do you mean
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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
much more tactility
hello reader,
isaac
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.