your feed looks like my tumblr
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
as in
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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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
the site i am dreaming
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
propensity within someone
and the fake qualifier
December 2025
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
division of reality is straying away from it
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.