One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
but really the thing should be autonomous
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
your feed looks like my tumblr
Can I see
so at the end
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
isaac
which magnetises chains of pins
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
is this you as well
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
we need to be deconstructing our identities