We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

really i want the internet

fw

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

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

your feed looks like my tumblr

Today I felt like starting

its good

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

what do you mean

i see a website

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

so the method has to be autonomous

ion

its good

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

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.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls