Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

we can only engage in such a way

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

"Put a blanket."

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

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.

really i want the internet

magnetisation/form

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

Worse Lift

all that is to say

yeah

like magnets

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

yeah

division of reality is straying away from it

barren land

thank you

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

have you read

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
this will be about a slug

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

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.

isaac