I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

its performative

so an active mazelike process

much more tactility

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

so at the end

lol

i have read not even 1 book

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

autonomy of learning

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

as in

plato

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.

like first name

"Put a blanket."

barren land

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

its good short few pages

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

is everyoneback on tumblr now

ion

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.