i really havent

plato

as in

what do you think my name is

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

we can only engage in such a way

you cannot feed someone truth

we need to be deconstructing our identities

no like which do people call me

or never left

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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Rain, starting

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

all that is to say

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

have you read

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


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