"Put a blanket."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Today I felt like starting
no longer writing in the third person
yes
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i have read not even 1 book
i love it here
Better Lift