I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
autonomy of learning
in a post. I want to be remembered
is this you as well
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
like first name
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
we can only engage in such a way
magnetises a pin
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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
have you read
we need to be deconstructing our identities
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
feel you
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
what do you mean