There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

autonomy of learning

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

but i respect your search

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

lol

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

all that is to say

December 2025

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

"Put a blanket."

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

plato

isaac newton