what do you think my name is

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

so an active mazelike process

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

no longer writing in the third person

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

hiding from the rain

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

really i want the internet

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

so at the end

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

much more tactility

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

the site i am dreaming

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class