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2 (actually index). two is company

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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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.

i really havent

division of reality is straying away from it

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.

IWGD

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 below everything.

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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