somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
really i want the internet
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
it is hopeful
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
hiding from the rain
so an active mazelike process
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
currently
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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
as in
Today I felt like starting
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying