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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
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
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
kind of mythopoesis
division of reality is straying away from it
i love it here
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
yeah
magnetisation/form
its good
plato
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Lift Analysis
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
so the method has to be autonomous
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
"Put a blanket."