i see a website
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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.
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
December 2025
bro i read nothing in my life
i dont understand magnetisation
feel you
we need to be deconstructing our identities
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
is this you as well
yeah
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
the site i am dreaming
and the fake qualifier
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
bro i read nothing in my life
so the method has to be autonomous
no like which do people call me
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
wait what is that
isaac newton
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
all that is to say
as in
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