so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

yeah

that looks like my instagram account

I Write Goodbye Letter

ion

i have read not even 1 book

barren land

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

it is hopeful

what do you mean

is everyoneback on tumblr now

have you read

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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 am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

idk

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

fw

no longer writing in the third person

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

but really the thing should be autonomous

Worse Lift

magnetises a pin

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

like magnets

i love it here

its good

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

plato

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people



I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.


I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

what do you think my name is