One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

division of reality is straying away from it

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

that looks like my instagram account

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

god being the centre magnet

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav

your feed looks like my tumblr