hello reader,

and the fake qualifier

thank you

feel you

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

so at the end

lol

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

is this you as well

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i want to do that too

plato

wait what is that

was it worth it

your feed looks like my tumblr

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things


stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

...

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

magnetisation/form

which magnetises chains of pins

no i haven't really read anything

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.


the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a post. I want to be remembered

not so on: yvf(wthw)

you cannot feed someone truth