i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
so at the end
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
is this you as well
send your tumblr
kind of mythopoesis
magnetises a pin
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
idk
thank you
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
no i haven't really read anything
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
like magnets
that looks like my instagram account
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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
plato
i love it here
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
lol
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
yeah
yes
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
its good
or never left