fw

lol

yeah

so the method has to be autonomous

whats your name?

idk

have you read

isaac

your feed looks like my tumblr

Lift Analysis

i have read not even 1 book

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.

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

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

we can only engage in such a way

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

abrar?

"Put a blanket."

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

as in

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Rain, starting

plato

lol yea

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.