They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
or never left
no i haven't really read anything
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
propensity within someone
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
plato
thank you
plato
so at the end
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i was tempted to lie about my name
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
the site i am dreaming
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
and the fake qualifier
bro i read nothing in my life
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
...
i love it here
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
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.
hello reader,
December 2025
its good