somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
no longer writing in the third person
what do you mean
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
its good short few pages
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Today I felt like starting
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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.
which magnetises chains of pins
i understand
bro i read nothing in my life
i love it here
yeah