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
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
hiding from the rain
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
but i respect your search
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
you have a beautiful account btw
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
so at the end
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
division of reality is straying away from it
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
in a post. I want to be remembered
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
currently
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
send link
sorry i am texting like a slav
fw
Better Lift
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