it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

you cannot feed someone truth

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

currently


Slug

...

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

isaac

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

isaac newton

...

is this you as well

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

this will be about a slug

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

send link

Picture

plato

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.