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

It Will Get Lighter

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

IWGD

currently

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

kind of mythopoesis

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 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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

really i want the internet

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

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.
your feed looks like my tumblr

but i respect your search

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

send your tumblr

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book