kind of mythopoesis

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

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

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

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

magnetisation/form

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

its performative

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

and the fake qualifier

all that is to say

bro i read nothing in my life

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

plato

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

yes

and the fake qualifier

whats your name?

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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.

as in

i really havent