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.

i really havent

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Picture

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

really i want the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

kind of mythopoesis

so at the end

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Rain, starting

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

plato

its good

what do you mean

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

yeah

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.