The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
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okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
plato
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.
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mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
we need to be deconstructing our identities
bro i read nothing in my life
December 2025
so at the end
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i really havent
not so on: yvf(wthw)
abrar?
much more tactility
yeah
bro i read nothing in my life
what do you think my name is