I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

kind of mythopoesis

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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

Worse Lift

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

bro i read nothing in my life

i really havent

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then



way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.


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

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.