much more tactility
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
lol yea
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
idk
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
division of reality is straying away from it
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
all that is to say
not their contents
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
so at the end
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
plato
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
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
i really havent
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
kind of mythopoesis
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its good short few pages
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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
Can I see