i understand

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

propensity within someone

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

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

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.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

autonomy of learning

much more tactility

kind of mythopoesis

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

currently

IWGD

It Will Get Lighter

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

was it worth it

send link

its performative

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

or never left

Better Lift

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.