i am quite illiterate on producing technology
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
in a post. I want to be remembered
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
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
i see a website
plato
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
autonomy of learning
i have read not even 1 book
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
your feed looks like my tumblr
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything