He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.


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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Thank you, Jack

bro i read nothing in my life

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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magnetisation/form

idk

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

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

wait what is that


hello reader,

the site i am dreaming

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

not their contents

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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.