like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

i dont understand magnetisation

I Write Goodbye Letter

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

your feed looks like my tumblr

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you have a beautiful account btw

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

all that is to say

send your tumblr

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

the site i am dreaming

was it worth it