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

i have read not even 1 book

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

lol

so at the end

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

send your tumblr

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

...

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

magnetisation/form

no longer writing in the third person

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.

yeah

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos