wait what is that

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

Thank you, Jack

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

It Will Get Lighter

that looks like my instagram account

so at the end

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

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

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

so an active mazelike process

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


I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.