kind of mythopoesis

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

hiding from the rain

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

I am below everything.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

its good

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

as in

but i respect your search

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

much more tactility

autonomy of learning

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

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

2 (actually index). two is company

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

so at the end