nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
sorry i am texting like a slav
and the fake qualifier
you cannot feed someone truth
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
we can only engage in such a way
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
isaac newton
i dont understand magnetisation
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
hello reader,
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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
its performative
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
its good short few pages
brb i will read and reply sincerely
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
and the fake qualifier