a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

magnetises a pin

not their contents

much more tactility

so the method has to be autonomous

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

its good

have you read

as in

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its performative

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

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

you have a beautiful account btw

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

its good short few pages

which magnetises chains of pins

propensity within someone

Better Lift

brb i will read and reply sincerely

all that is to say

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

isaac

thank you

ion

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

god being the centre magnet

i see a website

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate