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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

which magnetises chains of pins

isaac newton

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

isaac

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

autonomy of learning

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

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

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

feel you

propensity within someone

Rain, starting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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

what do you mean

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

send your tumblr

thank you

barren land

your feed looks like my tumblr

or never left

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

yeah

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging