One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

kind of mythopoesis

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

which magnetises chains of pins

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

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

autonomy of learning

really i want the internet

that looks like my instagram account

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

not their contents

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

but really the thing should be autonomous

IWGD

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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