not their contents

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

magnetises a pin

Better Lift

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

It Will Get Lighter

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

so at the end

i see a website

as in

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but really the thing should be autonomous

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

it is hopeful

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something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

Worse Lift

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

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

send your tumblr

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

division of reality is straying away from it

I Write Goodbye Letter