After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
isaac newton
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
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
much more tactility
so at the end
i have read not even 1 book
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
autonomy of learning
or never left
so the method has to be autonomous
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.
send your tumblr
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
as in
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
lol
Can I see
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls