She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

that looks like my instagram account

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

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

yeah

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

was it worth it

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

send link

much more tactility

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

no longer writing in the third person

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

wait what is that

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.