There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

send your tumblr

kind of mythopoesis

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i was tempted to lie about my name

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

you cannot feed someone truth

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

isaac

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

so the method has to be autonomous

fw

sorry i am texting like a slav

its good short few pages

i understand

isaac newton

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.

idk

Style

plato

yeah

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i have read not even 1 book

we want to live the knowledge too live the content