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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
idk
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
we can only engage in such a way
no i haven't really read anything
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Today I felt like starting
ion
have you read
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
that looks like my instagram account
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
so at the end
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
autonomy of learning
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
isaac
i love it here