somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

bro i read nothing in my life

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i see a website

"Put a blanket."

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

2 (actually index). two is company

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

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

autonomy of learning

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

...

not their contents

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls