is this you as well
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
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i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
kind of mythopoesis
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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
hello reader,
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in a post. I want to be remembered
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.