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on writing203
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BOGS14
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Though it might be an uncomfortable, tooth-grinding exercise, I want you to imagine a data centre. 100,000 square feet of pure efficiency humming some

This is perhaps the crux of our growing cultural fascination with peatlands. We crave mystery in an age where everything is pulled apart and explained

cool websites21
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50 WEBSITES GOOGLE DOESN'T WANT YOU TO KNOW 1. 12ft. io — bypass any paywall 2. libgen. is — millions of free textbooks 3. sci-hub. se — free resea

Every Noise

sundays37
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break glass in case of emergency51

if you’re having a bad day

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books that caught my eye37

,,80% of my camera roll

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the ~internet~100

we’re all rotting and i need a breath of fresh air

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fashion/ textiles11
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art37
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ways of being5
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i hope you delight in mystery27

on incomprehensibility and resisting the need to be understood

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i think it's beautiful to dive into a problem not knowing whether it's solvable or not, or to dive into projects not knowing whether they'll lead to c

digital garden12
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on childhood7
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My children were leading me back to the world of childhood. They demanded new ways of being. Silliness. Cuddles. Repetition. Echoes. Some of it was pa

My granddaughter, who is five, explained to me this week that the moon follows her home because it likes her, and that dogs can't talk because they're

the self44

who am i & do i even exist

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currently 🌀2

reading/ watching/ thinking about/ doing

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Journal, 1969–1970

✿ personal canon6

essays, articles & books that shaped me // I can't stop thinking about

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Journal, 1969–1970

good internet / small internet18

really thinking about the ethics of being online and internet use - how can I best show up on the internet? can I build myself a room instead of renting one?

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Current Rothko

2025 ✰10

things that happened in 2025

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circles & spirals13
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quotes76
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“If life could write, it would write like Tolstoy.” – Isaac Babel

“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.” by Kurt Vonnegut