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

isaac

i really havent

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

and the fake qualifier

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

no like which do people call me

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

wait what is that

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

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Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

this will be about a slug

not their contents

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

i understand

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.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

ahnaf abrar

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

all that is to say

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.