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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

which magnetises chains of pins

so an active mazelike process

Better Lift

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

autonomy of learning

its good short few pages

thank you

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

what do you mean

lol yea

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

so at the end

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

not their contents

magnetisation/form

like first name