yes

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

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

plato

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

its good short few pages

sorry i am texting like a slav

fw

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

we can only engage in such a way

its good

all that is to say

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

not their contents

i love it here

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

much more tactility

division of reality is straying away from it

feel you

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

isaac newton

"Put a blanket."

13, H, grate

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after dusk, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

barren land

i was tempted to lie about my name

It Will Get Lighter

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.