We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i see a website
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'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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
brb i will read and reply sincerely
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
kind of mythopoesis
but i respect your search
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
you have a beautiful account btw
hiding from the rain
but really the thing should be autonomous