I am below everything.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

isaac newton

we can only engage in such a way

like magnets

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so the method has to be autonomous

you have a beautiful account btw

as in


FOUNDING DOCUMENT

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

not their contents

its good

it is hopeful

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i dont understand magnetisation

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

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

magnetisation/form