I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i see a website

isaac

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i dont understand magnetisation


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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 believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

lol yea

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

currently

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

it is hopeful

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Slug

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.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

and the fake qualifier