Thank you, Jack

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Style

which magnetises chains of pins

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

IWGD

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

but i respect your search