like first name
i understand
isaac
your feed looks like my tumblr
not their contents
what do you mean
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
which magnetises chains of pins
all that is to say
whats your name?
sorry i am texting like a slav
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the site i am dreaming
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
division of reality is straying away from it
really i want the internet
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
no i haven't really read anything
we need to be deconstructing our identities
wait what is that
but really the thing should be autonomous
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
autonomy of learning