i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Can I see
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
kind of mythopoesis
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
division of reality is straying away from it
so the method has to be autonomous
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
you cannot feed someone truth
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
we can only engage in such a way
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.
was it worth it
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class