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

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

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 wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

Today I felt like starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

Better Lift

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

kind of mythopoesis

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

and the fake qualifier

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt


so the method has to be autonomous

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

no longer writing in the third person

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate