yeah

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

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

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

IWGD

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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

so at the end

Better Lift

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

propensity within someone

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

you cannot feed someone truth

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

i really havent

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

fw

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr