but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
Today I felt like starting
kind of mythopoesis
really i want the internet
the site i am dreaming
no longer writing in the third person
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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.
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
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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 love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
currently
hello reader,
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
hiding from the rain
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24