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i love it here
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
idk
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
i understand
what do you mean
you cannot feed someone truth
it is hopeful
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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bro i read nothing in my life
kind of mythopoesis
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i really havent
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.the site i am dreaming
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
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class