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

It Will Get Lighter

yeah

Worse Lift

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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.

magnetisation/form

abrar?

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i understand

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

that looks like my instagram account

what do you mean

its good

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i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

idk

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk