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

isaac

thank you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

Can I see

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

much more tactility

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.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

which magnetises chains of pins

and the fake qualifier

wait what is that

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

i dont understand magnetisation

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

so the method has to be autonomous

send link

the site i am dreaming

magnetisation/form

that looks like my instagram account

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i really havent

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.

idk

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