The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i really havent

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

and the fake qualifier

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hello reader,

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

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

autonomy of learning

the site i am dreaming

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

what do you think my name is

i see a website

thank you

kind of mythopoesis

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

yeah