It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Better Lift

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

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but really the thing should be autonomous

no longer writing in the third person

Today I felt like starting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Can I see

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

in a post. I want to be remembered

which magnetises chains of pins

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

all that is to say

we can only engage in such a way