but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
as in
abrar?
i love it here
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
god being the centre magnet
isaac
sorry i am texting like a slav
thank you
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Thank you, Jack
its good
no like which do people call me
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
you cannot feed someone truth
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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
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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
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.
what do you think my name is
Can I see
Thank you, Jack
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls