hiding from the rain
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
it is hopeful
but i respect your search
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
autonomy of learning
propensity within someone
you cannot feed someone truth
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
division of reality is straying away from it
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
as in
and the fake qualifier
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate