i see a website
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
wait what is that
have you read
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
that looks like my instagram account
your feed looks like my tumblr
send your tumblr
lol
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
is everyoneback on tumblr now
was it worth it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the site i am dreaming
no like which do people call me
idk
i was tempted to lie about my name
its good short few pages
magnetises a pin
like magnets
send link
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
kind of mythopoesis
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
plato
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
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.