It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

was it worth it

autonomy of learning

ahnaf abrar

lol yea

its good

we need to be deconstructing our identities

is this you as well

bro i read nothing in my life

isaac newton

i was tempted to lie about my name

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

or never left

all that is to say

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

fw

isaac

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

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.

i love it here