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

which magnetises chains of pins

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

we can only engage in such a way

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

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

you cannot feed someone truth

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

Thank you, Jack

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

the site i am dreaming

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

so at the end

in a post. I want to be remembered

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.