i really havent

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

kind of mythopoesis

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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 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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

we can only engage in such a way

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike


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.

i have read not even 1 book

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

idk

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

lol yea

your feed looks like my tumblr

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

what do you think my name is

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i understand