bro i read nothing in my life

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

what do you think my name is

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so the method has to be autonomous

sorry i am texting like a slav

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i dont understand magnetisation

propensity within someone

ahnaf abrar

like first name

whats your name?

your feed looks like my tumblr

and the fake qualifier

all that is to say

yeah

was it worth it

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.

as in

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

is this you as well

currently

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

or never left

plato

i want to do that too

yes

plato

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting