so at the end
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
so an active mazelike process
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
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'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Better Lift
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
your feed looks like my tumblr
ahnaf abrar
like magnets
autonomy of learning
no i haven't really read anything
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
not their contents
like first name