a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

kind of mythopoesis

in a post. I want to be remembered

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression


i dont understand magnetisation

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

you cannot feed someone truth

what do you mean

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

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

idk

have you read

yes

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

isaac newton

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Lift Analysis

so the method has to be autonomous

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

its good short few pages