Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

not their contents

brb i will read and reply sincerely

you have a beautiful account btw

autonomy of learning

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

Thank you, Jack

really i want the internet

Can I see

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

all that is to say

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

kind of mythopoesis

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

as in

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

ion

send your tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak