I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

its performative

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

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

autonomy of learning

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

propensity within someone

is this you as well