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 performative
yeah
idk
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
magnetisation/form
isaac
not their contents
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
have you read
send your tumblr
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
like first name
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
its good
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
ion