i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

much more tactility

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

so an active mazelike process

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

its good short few pages

that looks like my instagram account

i see a website

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

its good

isaac

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

so at the end

magnetises a pin

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.