it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It Will Get Lighter

not their contents

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

all that is to say

i really havent

Rain, starting

and the fake qualifier

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

isaac newton

i love it here

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

its performative

which magnetises chains of pins

what do you think my name is

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

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'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.

propensity within someone

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