I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
yes
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
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
really i want the internet
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
not their contents
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
autonomy of learning
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
is everyoneback on tumblr now
...
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
isaac newton
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
which magnetises chains of pins
its good
is this you as well
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i want to do that too
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.
like magnets
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i love it here
i was tempted to lie about my name
what do you think my name is
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away