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

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

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.

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

Can I see

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

i have read not even 1 book

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

or never left

is everyoneback on tumblr now

your feed looks like my tumblr

send your tumblr

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


i want to do that too

ahnaf abrar

and the fake qualifier

It Will Get Lighter

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i really havent

magnetises a pin

this will be about a slug

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

isaac newton