Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
currently
autonomy of learning
it is hopeful
so at the end
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
as in
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
not their contents
in a post. I want to be remembered
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
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
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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
I am below everything.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting