After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i see a website

Today I felt like starting

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

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

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

so an active mazelike process

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

its performative

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

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

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

Picture

idk

all that is to say

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

so at the end