there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

division of reality is straying away from it

you cannot feed someone truth

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

so at the end

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

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'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.

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

we can only engage in such a way

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

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

lol yea

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

send your tumblr

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

that looks like my instagram account

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.


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

was it worth it

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

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your feed looks like my tumblr

like magnets

yeah

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