i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Lift Analysis
as in
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
so at the end
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
really i want the internet
hiding from the rain
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
autonomy of learning
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
much more tactility
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
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
no longer writing in the third person
division of reality is straying away from it
i was tempted to lie about my name