so at the end
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
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
thank you
it is hopeful
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i was tempted to lie about my name
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i love it here
yeah
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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.
plato
send your tumblr
fw
i understand
yeah
that looks like my instagram account
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
feel you
is this you as well
lol yea
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
kind of mythopoesis
Thank you, Jack