it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

lol

your feed looks like my tumblr

I Write Goodbye Letter

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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.

was it worth it

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.

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

wait what is that

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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

but really the thing should be autonomous