we want to live the knowledge too live the content

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

autonomy of learning

you cannot feed someone truth

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

propensity within someone

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

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

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

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

division of reality is straying away from it

"Put a blanket."

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Picture

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

really i want the internet

It Will Get Lighter

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

so at the end