It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
not their contents
its good
which magnetises chains of pins
and the fake qualifier
yes
as in
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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
magnetisation/form
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
thank you
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos