the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
"Put a blanket."
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
like first name
autonomy of learning
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
ahnaf abrar
as in
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
no like which do people call me
is this you as well
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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
plato
send your tumblr