it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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Lift Analysis

sorry i am texting like a slav

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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

all that is to say

autonomy of learning

lol

or never left

so the method has to be autonomous

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

the site i am dreaming

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

send your tumblr

lol yea

we can only engage in such a way

barren land

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

idk

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine