She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Rain, starting

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Lift Analysis

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Can I see

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

barren land

i really havent

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

much more tactility

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

lol yea

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak