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

Worse Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

Rain, starting


13, H, grate

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It Will Get Lighter

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

hiding from the rain

as in

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

Better Lift

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

is everyoneback on tumblr now

that looks like my instagram account

plato

i really havent

its good

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

wait what is that