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.

you cannot feed someone truth

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Today I felt like starting

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

i love it here

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

so the method has to be autonomous

like first name

its performative

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

feel you

lol

your feed looks like my tumblr

its good

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

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plato