It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.we can only engage in such a way
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
i have read not even 1 book
which magnetises chains of pins
ion
that looks like my instagram account
your feed looks like my tumblr
no i haven't really read anything
is everyoneback on tumblr now
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
like magnets
what do you think my name is
feel you
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i want to do that too
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
we need to be deconstructing our identities
whats your name?
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
like first name