i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
really i want the internet
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
so the method has to be autonomous
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 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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
I am below everything.
i see a website
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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.One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
so at the end
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
you have a beautiful account btw
in a post. I want to be remembered