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
which magnetises chains of pins
what do you mean
was it worth it
ion
i really havent
like first name
and the fake qualifier
its good
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
isaac newton
isaac
so the method has to be autonomous
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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whats your name?
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
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