like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
like first name
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
yeah
magnetises a pin
i have read not even 1 book
barren land
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
lol
in a post. I want to be remembered
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
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
i want to do that too
we can only engage in such a way
is everyoneback on tumblr now
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful