but really the thing should be autonomous

isaac

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


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

IWGD

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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


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.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Can I see

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

"Put a blanket."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life