nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
you cannot feed someone truth
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
no longer writing in the third person
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.
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
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.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Thank you, Jack
ion
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i have read not even 1 book
that looks like my instagram account
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.