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

have you read

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

but i respect your search

Slug

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.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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