but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

what do you think my name is

no like which do people call me

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

yeah

we need to be deconstructing our identities

I Write Goodbye Letter

...

was it worth it

its good

ion

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

lol yea

send link

bro i read nothing in my life

wait what is that

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

no i haven't really read anything

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Rain, starting

is this you as well

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