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

is this you as well

was it worth it

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

no like which do people call me

yeah

its good short few pages

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

so the method has to be autonomous

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

like first name

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

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

plato

all that is to say

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

fw

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

yes

feel you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Thank you, Jack

kind of mythopoesis

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

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

Better Lift

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

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.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it