I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Today I felt like starting

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

I am below everything.

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

all that is to say

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

isaac newton

i really havent

autonomy of learning

plato

like first name

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

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

its good

god being the centre magnet

not their contents

its good short few pages

brb i will read and reply sincerely