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

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.

autonomy of learning

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

propensity within someone

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

so the method has to be autonomous

hiding from the rain

magnetisation/form

not their contents

all that is to say

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

you have a beautiful account btw

Worse Lift

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

division of reality is straying away from it

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

it is hopeful