you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
its performative
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
that looks like my instagram account
isaac newton
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
I am below everything.
magnetises a pin
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
whats your name?
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
isaac
abrar?