She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
hiding from the rain
not their contents
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
isaac newton
you cannot feed someone truth
as in
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
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
division of reality is straying away from it
autonomy of learning
its performative
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
all that is to say
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Better Lift
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."No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
we can only engage in such a way
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls