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

i really havent

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Rain, starting

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

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.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

yes

you cannot feed someone truth

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Worse Lift

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

so the method has to be autonomous

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

but i respect your search

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

it is hopeful

all that is to say

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

currently

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt