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.

is this you as well

ion

all that is to say

magnetises a pin

autonomy of learning

like first name

division of reality is straying away from it

was it worth it

yeah

barren land

whats your name?

so at the end

propensity within someone

your feed looks like my tumblr

as in

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good

yeah

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

i really havent

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

i love it here

I Write Goodbye Letter

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

yes

It Will Get Lighter

Slug

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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