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in a post. I want to be remembered
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
you cannot feed someone truth
magnetisation/form
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
its performative
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
division of reality is straying away from it
we can only engage in such a way
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
kind of mythopoesis
we want to live the knowledge too live the content