so an active mazelike process
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
like magnets
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
autonomy of learning
"Put a blanket."
not their contents
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
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
which magnetises chains of pins
you cannot feed someone truth
its performative
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
as in
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
plato
we can only engage in such a way