Can I see

not their contents

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

so the method has to be autonomous

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

feel you

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i want to do that too

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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we need to be deconstructing our identities

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

bro i read nothing in my life

13, H, grate

i was tempted to lie about my name

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

and the fake qualifier

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

was it worth 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.

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life