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
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
you cannot feed someone truth
feel you
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
plato
i was tempted to lie about my name
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
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
much more tactility
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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.
what do you mean
kind of mythopoesis
wait what is that
and the fake qualifier