its good
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
really i want the internet
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Thank you, Jack
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
much more tactility
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.but really the thing should be autonomous
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
kind of mythopoesis
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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