the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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.plato
no i haven't really read anything
ion
isaac
autonomy of learning
i dont understand magnetisation
isaac newton
Thank you, Jack
what do you mean
"Put a blanket."
sorry i am texting like a slav
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
have you read
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.