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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

plato

you cannot feed someone truth

was it worth it

not their contents

we can only engage in such a way

the site i am dreaming

in a post. I want to be remembered

plato

autonomy of learning

magnetisation/form

Better Lift

we need to be deconstructing our identities

thank you

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

Style

whats your name?

have you read

sorry i am texting like a slav

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

as in