Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

ahnaf abrar

god being the centre magnet

i was tempted to lie about my name

It Will Get Lighter

what do you mean

i love it here

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 want to do that too

Thank you, Jack

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

that looks like my instagram account

plato

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

feel you

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

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