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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i really havent

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

which magnetises chains of pins

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

but really the thing should be autonomous

Today I felt like starting

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

dusk

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.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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send link

in a post. I want to be remembered

I Write Goodbye Letter