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

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

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

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

not their contents

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

idk

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

ion

so the method has to be autonomous

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 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

i want to do that too

plato

and the fake qualifier

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

yeah

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

abrar?