no longer writing in the third person

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

isaac

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

much more tactility

its good short few pages

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.

Better Lift

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.

"Put a blanket."

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

ahnaf abrar

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

not their contents

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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we can only engage in such a way

have you read

you cannot feed someone truth

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

in a post. I want to be remembered

ion

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

plato