but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
but really the thing should be autonomous
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
kind of mythopoesis
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."