After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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
plato
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
is this you as well
is everyoneback on tumblr now
what do you mean
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Today I felt like starting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
much more tactility
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
magnetises a pin
like first name
its good short few pages
but really the thing should be autonomous