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.
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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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not so on: yvf(wthw)
its performative
we need to be deconstructing our identities
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
what do you think my name is
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
as in
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
plato
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
have you read
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
in a post. I want to be remembered
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
its good