somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

kind of mythopoesis

yes

not their contents

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

but really the thing should be autonomous

much more tactility

Thank you, Jack

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

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

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

magnetisation/form

its performative

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

as in

really i want the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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


bro i read nothing in my life

yeah

autonomy of learning

was it worth it

i dont understand magnetisation

propensity within someone


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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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