It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
its good
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
its good
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
wait what is that
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
the site i am dreaming
like first name
Thank you, Jack
what do you think my name is
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.