something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.


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magnetisation/form

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

in a post. I want to be remembered

its performative

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.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Rain, starting

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

no like which do people call me

is this you as well

we can only engage in such a way

i want to do that too

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

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

what do you think my name is

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging


abrar?

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

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