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

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.

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

magnetises a pin

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

so the method has to be autonomous

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

i have read not even 1 book

what do you mean

much more tactility

like magnets

lol

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

which magnetises chains of pins

you have a beautiful account btw

as in

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

thank you

plato

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

or never left