propensity within someone

send your tumblr

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i have read not even 1 book

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

feel you

bro i read nothing in my life

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

like first name

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

is this you as well

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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