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
currently
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.
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
all that is to say
kind of mythopoesis
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
"Put a blanket."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
whats your name?
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
yeah
and the fake qualifier
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i really havent
not so on: yvf(wthw)
December 2025
god being the centre magnet
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but really the thing should be autonomous
was it worth it