"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

really i want the internet

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13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

not their contents

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

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

all that is to say

so an active mazelike process

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.

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