as in

its good

i love it here

so at the end

what do you mean

all that is to say

ahnaf abrar

its performative

i really havent

is this you as well

plato

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

send link

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

yeah

wait what is that

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i want to do that too

whats your name?

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

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

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

...

no like which do people call me

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

...

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

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.