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

i love it here

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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and the fake qualifier

its performative

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

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the site i am dreaming

not their contents

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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is this you as well

i really havent

whats your name?

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

was it worth it

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

it is hopeful

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

no i haven't really read anything

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Can I see

send link

"Put a blanket."

no longer writing in the third person

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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