the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
hiding from the rain
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
its performative
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
we can only engage in such a way
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
autonomy of learning
have you read
propensity within someone
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
as in
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i have read not even 1 book