and the fake qualifier
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
it is hopeful
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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
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.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
brb i will read and reply sincerely
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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.One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i really havent
no like which do people call me
we need to be deconstructing our identities
not so on: yvf(wthw)
its performative
so an active mazelike process