She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

its good

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

It Will Get Lighter

division of reality is straying away from it

not their contents

its good

what do you mean

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

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

like first name

that looks like my instagram account

i really havent

plato

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

much more tactility

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i understand

magnetisation/form

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

like magnets

we need to be deconstructing our identities

lol yea

your feed looks like my tumblr

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.