i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

so an active mazelike process

what do you mean

we can only engage in such a way

have you read

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

propensity within someone

Picture

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Rain, starting

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

autonomy of learning

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

plato

like first name

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

its good short few pages

i dont understand magnetisation

isaac

bro i read nothing in my life

yeah

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books