i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

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

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

autonomy of learning

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

Better Lift

no longer writing in the third person

all that is to say

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Style

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 have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

I am below everything.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

division of reality is straying away from it

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike