Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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.

i understand

Better Lift

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

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all that is to say

Better Lift

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

magnetisation/form

its performative

as in

division of reality is straying away from it

autonomy of learning

you have a beautiful account btw

you cannot feed someone truth

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

not their contents