a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

It Will Get Lighter

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.

IWGD

lol yea

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

autonomy of learning

no i haven't really read anything

plato

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

whats your name?

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

you cannot feed someone truth

what do you mean

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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