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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
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.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
fw
no like which do people call me
your feed looks like my tumblr
Better Lift
in a post. I want to be remembered
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
as in
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
have you read
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
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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
idk
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
kind of mythopoesis
bro i read nothing in my life
currently
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
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."