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.
December 2025
the site i am dreaming
your feed looks like my tumblr
and the fake qualifier
idk
lol yea
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
yeah
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
lol
or never left
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
its performative
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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
so an active mazelike process
Lift Analysis
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
much more tactility
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