wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
but really the thing should be autonomous
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
hiding from the rain
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
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.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i see a website
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
lol
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i really havent
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
really i want the internet
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate