i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

fw

wait what is that

much more tactility

which magnetises chains of pins


your feed looks like my tumblr

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

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Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl


i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Today I felt like starting

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

send your tumblr

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

send link

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

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

Slug

i see a website

not so on: yvf(wthw)

2 (actually index). two is company

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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.