and the fake qualifier

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i see a website

i have read not even 1 book

so at the end

no longer writing in the third person

"Put a blanket."

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

its good

ion

much more tactility

i really havent

autonomy of learning

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

your feed looks like my tumblr

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

sorry i am texting like a slav

its performative

hiding from the rain

or never left

Better Lift

like magnets

division of reality is straying away from it

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate