part of an old note. It will get lighter.

December 2025

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

and the fake qualifier

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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.

its good

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

much more tactility

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

Slug

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

you cannot feed someone truth

god being the centre magnet

not so on: yvf(wthw)