to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

no like which do people call me

division of reality is straying away from it

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

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

not their contents

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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?

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so the method has to be autonomous

you have a beautiful account btw

Lift Analysis

fw

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

so an active mazelike process

is everyoneback on tumblr now

god being the centre magnet

but i respect your search

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

isaac

Slug

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

December 2025

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i really havent