its good
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Today I felt like starting
Better Lift
I am below everything.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
we can only engage in such a way
its performative
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
isaac newton
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
send link
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it