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

Lift Analysis

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book


something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever


I Write Goodbye Letter

Thank you, Jack

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

IWGD

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️


He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

...

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

Rain, starting

it is hopeful

so the method has to be autonomous

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03