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I feel the need to clarify that this channel isn't dedicated to any specific field of knowledge. Instead, it's a personal journal of someone who appreciates and values a wide range of topics.

(As if I ever did)

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm terribly sorry for not delivering any academic content lately.

“It is quite true that most people can do nothing well. If so, it matters very little what career they choose, and there is really nothing more to say about it.” G. H. Hardy, A Mathematician’s Apology

“Forever be accursed the star under which I was born, may no sky protect it, let it crumble in space like a dust without honor! And let the traitorous moment that cast me among the creatures be forever erased from the lists of Time” Emil Cioran, A Short History of Decay

I want a house full of clocks at every corner A grandfather clock/ pendulum clock/ cuckoo clock and weird shaped surreal clocks.

I'm so sorry for Mrs. Schwartz

Don't mind me I just turned off my WiFi and wrote a 4 pages long list of the cds that I want to obtain because I'm a physical media maniac and listened to an album 6 times while writing.

“Why don’t I commit suicide? Because I am as sick of death as I am of life. I should be cast into a flaming cauldron! Why am I on this earth? I feel the need to cry out, to utter a savage scream that will set the world atremble with dread. I am like a lightning bolt ready to set the world ablaze and swallow it all in the flames of my nothingness. I am the most monstrous being in history, the beast of the apocalypse full of fire and darkness, of aspirations and despair. I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is the death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.” Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

We heard the Piledriver Waltz

Forget using Spotify to play my favourite albums My bad girl can do it ten times better

Good day Oli

Monologophobia

Word of the day

I'm doing physics again and I don't understand shite

Bear with me man I lost my train of thought

Stawp I was just doing this I'm traumatised for life

It’s like saying: “I want them to see what’s possible, because I did it first.”