god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

god being the centre magnet

its good

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

no like which do people call me

13, H, grate

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

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.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

what do you think my name is

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

bro i read nothing in my life

I am below everything.

"Put a blanket."

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

and the fake qualifier

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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. 

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

so an active mazelike process

was it worth it

yeah

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

like first name

Thank you, Jack