i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"Put a blanket."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
division of reality is straying away from it
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
its good