Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

plato

barren land

is everyoneback on tumblr now

idk

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

all that is to say

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

sorry i am texting like a slav

not their contents

its performative

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.


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

no like which do people call me

plato

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

lol