isaac
plato
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
no like which do people call me
much more tactility
i dont understand magnetisation
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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
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so at the end
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i see a website
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.
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.
what do you mean
Thank you, Jack
whats your name?
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
what do you think my name is