R Solino
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Philosophy PhD Student | Writer
Try Alexander at the End of the World, by Rachel Kousser. I think you should to start by the end.
November 27, 2024 at 4:06 AM
Try Alexander at the End of the World, by Rachel Kousser. I think you should to start by the end.
I think Plato speaks by Protagoras' mouth most of times.
November 27, 2024 at 4:01 AM
I think Plato speaks by Protagoras' mouth most of times.
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Other times, it seems to come from within,as if it has always resided here, rising from some deep place, creating a void in my stomach, tying knots in my throat, and I must make an effort to keep it from escaping through my eyes.
Other times, it seems to come from within,as if it has always resided here, rising from some deep place, creating a void in my stomach, tying knots in my throat, and I must make an effort to keep it from escaping through my eyes.
January 5, 2024 at 3:55 AM
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Other times, it seems to come from within,as if it has always resided here, rising from some deep place, creating a void in my stomach, tying knots in my throat, and I must make an effort to keep it from escaping through my eyes.
Other times, it seems to come from within,as if it has always resided here, rising from some deep place, creating a void in my stomach, tying knots in my throat, and I must make an effort to keep it from escaping through my eyes.
This Thing
It always arrives so tenderly: softly, in silence, withholding the reasons why.
At times, it feels like coming from outside, yet it seeps through my eyes, nostrils, and ears, making itself at home as if it were the rightful owner.
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It always arrives so tenderly: softly, in silence, withholding the reasons why.
At times, it feels like coming from outside, yet it seeps through my eyes, nostrils, and ears, making itself at home as if it were the rightful owner.
1/2
January 5, 2024 at 3:55 AM
This Thing
It always arrives so tenderly: softly, in silence, withholding the reasons why.
At times, it feels like coming from outside, yet it seeps through my eyes, nostrils, and ears, making itself at home as if it were the rightful owner.
1/2
It always arrives so tenderly: softly, in silence, withholding the reasons why.
At times, it feels like coming from outside, yet it seeps through my eyes, nostrils, and ears, making itself at home as if it were the rightful owner.
1/2
Yep. They trapped him in 1996, but as of now, January 1st, 2024, he broke free!
January 1, 2024 at 6:33 PM
Yep. They trapped him in 1996, but as of now, January 1st, 2024, he broke free!