i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i really havent

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

so at the end

send your tumblr

2 (actually index). two is company

idk

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

your feed looks like my tumblr

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

the site i am dreaming

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

lol

It Will Get Lighter

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

...

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.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

and the fake qualifier

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

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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