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.

have you read

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

as in

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

"Put a blanket."

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

we can only engage in such a way

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

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

so at the end

that looks like my instagram account

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

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

division of reality is straying away from it

propensity within someone

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now