hiding from the rain
Today I felt like starting
its performative
isaac newton
and the fake qualifier
magnetises a pin
you cannot feed someone truth
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
ion
or never left
i love it here
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i have read not even 1 book
no longer writing in the third person
whats your name?
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
i dont understand magnetisation
no like which do people call me
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
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 know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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
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.
idk
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
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
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