you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
was it worth it
i have read not even 1 book
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
send your tumblr
propensity within someone
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
bro i read nothing in my life
like first name
or never left
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i really havent
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
fw
currently
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division of reality is straying away from it
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
no longer writing in the third person
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
idk