propensity within someone

feel you

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

autonomy of learning

barren land

which magnetises chains of pins

no i haven't really read anything

isaac

currently

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

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.

god being the centre magnet

division of reality is straying away from it

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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.

as in

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

I am below everything.