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

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

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 so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I Write Goodbye Letter

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the site i am dreaming

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

division of reality is straying away from it

isaac

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Better Lift

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

you have a beautiful account btw

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.