December 2025
currently
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
what do you think my name is
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
isaac
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Thank you, Jack
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
thank you
and the fake qualifier
propensity within someone
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything