wait what is that
like magnets
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
your feed looks like my tumblr
that looks like my instagram account
so at the end
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.it is hopeful
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
propensity within someone
so the method has to be autonomous
currently
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 am below everything.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
division of reality is straying away from it
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.