it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
all that is to say
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
Thank you, Jack
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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
really i want the internet
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
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
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
the site i am dreaming
which magnetises chains of pins
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
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf