plato

its good

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.

what do you mean

bro i read nothing in my life

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

barren land

...

have you read

this will be about a slug

no i haven't really read anything

autonomy of learning

its good

so the method has to be autonomous

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Slug

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

ahnaf abrar

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Pimlico Rats

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

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

its good short few pages

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

but i respect your search

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

i dont understand magnetisation

I Write Goodbye Letter