we want to live the knowledge too live the content

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

bro i read nothing in my life

i want to do that too

i love it here

which magnetises chains of pins

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Rain, starting

currently

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 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.


propensity within someone

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no i haven't really read anything

so at the end

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Today I felt like starting

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.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Picture

no like which do people call me

so an active mazelike process

i have read not even 1 book

plato

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

its good

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

Style

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life