I Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i really havent

i see a website

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

i really havent

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

not their contents

the site i am dreaming

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

no like which do people call me

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

plato

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

ahnaf abrar

Slug

idk

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


division of reality is straying away from it

Today I felt like starting