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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

lol yea

idk

isaac

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

plato

its good short few pages

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

you cannot feed someone truth

much more tactility

magnetisation/form

yeah

not their contents

so an active mazelike process

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

was it worth it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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.

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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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 haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

so the method has to be autonomous

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

its good

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt