It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

have you read

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

plato

autonomy of learning

we can only engage in such a way

isaac

Thank you, Jack

all that is to say

which magnetises chains of pins

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

what do you mean

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

as in

I am below everything.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

its good

it is hopeful

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