It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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you have a beautiful account btw

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

bro i read nothing in my life

have you read

really i want the internet

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

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

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hello reader,

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

no like which do people call me

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it