i have read not even 1 book
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
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
in a post. I want to be remembered
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
so an active mazelike process
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
its performative
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
magnetisation/form
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
really i want the internet
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.you have a beautiful account btw
what do you think my name is
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. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.