It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I am below everything.

all that is to say

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

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

lol

and the fake qualifier

yeah

is this you as well

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

no like which do people call me

isaac newton

i understand

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