a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
Thank you, Jack
like magnets
i dont understand magnetisation
no i haven't really read anything
its good short few pages
i have read not even 1 book
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet