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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.
its performative
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
division of reality is straying away from it
as in
much more tactility
so the method has to be autonomous
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
not their contents
lol
idk
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
and the fake qualifier
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
send your tumblr
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
that looks like my instagram account
i really havent
barren land
sorry i am texting like a slav
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.