like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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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.

bro i read nothing in my life

was it worth it

send link

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wait what is that

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

all that is to say

idk

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

Today I felt like starting

it is hopeful

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

2 (actually index). two is company

so at the end

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter