a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

13, H, grate


"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Rain, starting



in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

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

"Put a blanket."

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

no longer writing in the third person

but i respect your search

you cannot feed someone truth

Today I felt like starting

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

division of reality is straying away from it

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

as in

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

what do you mean

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

that looks like my instagram account

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

plato