The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
kind of mythopoesis
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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
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 heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
no like which do people call me
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
division of reality is straying away from it
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i love it here
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.but really the thing should be autonomous
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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
that looks like my instagram account
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given