Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
bro i read nothing in my life
so the method has to be autonomous
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
plato
autonomy of learning
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
and the fake qualifier
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
its good short few pages
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Today I felt like starting
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
i really havent
like first name