Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

idk

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


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.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

lol yea

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

its good

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

lol

send link

i want to do that too

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

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

no longer writing in the third person

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

what do you mean

wait what is that

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