so at the end
Today I felt like starting
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.currently
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
the site i am dreaming
so the method has to be autonomous
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
its performative
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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.
Can I see
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
not their contents
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
magnetisation/form
division of reality is straying away from it
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
propensity within someone