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

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

Thank you, Jack

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

really i want the internet

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

you have a beautiful account btw

Rain, starting

13, H, grate

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

It Will Get Lighter

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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