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and the fake qualifier
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
bro i read nothing in my life
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
abrar?
the site i am dreaming
whats your name?
its good
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
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
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
in a post. I want to be remembered
is this you as well
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Better Lift
so the method has to be autonomous
...
division of reality is straying away from it
i really havent
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
plato