Is it normal to spend your days obsessing over something that you’re still far from achieving, something that’s years away, constantly trying to figure out, engage with the details, with your imaginary resources deluding yourself into thinking that you will get to it, and feeling like the only issue is picking between options, like everything else is just sorted?

the curse of always having the worst seat on the bus

there’s so much snow it’s basically blank space

i thought i was in afterlife

I think chomsky's reveal was unexpected for most people but damn

It's funny how people try to defend chomsky instead of his beliefs (well some of them, lol)

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