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
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i see a website
but really the thing should be autonomous
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
you have a beautiful account btw
you cannot feed someone truth
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
as in
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.its performative
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
so at the end
currently
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.