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

Worse Lift


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

FOUNDING DOCUMENT



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.

13, H, grate

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

much more tactility

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

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

so the method has to be autonomous

you have a beautiful account btw

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

all that is to say

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

not their contents

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.