a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

and the fake qualifier

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf abrar

what do you think my name is

as in

we need to be deconstructing our identities

isaac newton

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

which magnetises chains of pins

no like which do people call me

is this you as well

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

so the method has to be autonomous

your feed looks like my tumblr

i was tempted to lie about my name

its performative

i understand

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

autonomy of learning

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Slug

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

you have a beautiful account btw

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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 believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

all that is to say

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

like magnets