"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i understand
like magnets
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
have you read
so an active mazelike process
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
sorry i am texting like a slav
ion
I am below everything.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
all that is to say
that looks like my instagram account