a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
sorry i am texting like a slav
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
abrar?
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
its good short few pages
i really havent
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
plato
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
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.i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i dont understand magnetisation
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
...
hiding from the rain
and the fake qualifier
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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