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.
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
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.really i want the internet
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
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that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
it is hopeful
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.I am below everything.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
kind of mythopoesis
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Better Lift
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
currently
we can only engage in such a way
magnetises a pin
was it worth it