barren land

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.

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 Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

so at the end

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

you cannot feed someone truth

you have a beautiful account btw

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

really i want the internet

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

not their contents

autonomy of learning

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

Better Lift

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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i love it here

division of reality is straying away from it

ahnaf abrar

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books