...

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.

i was tempted to lie about my name

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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

so the method has to be autonomous

magnetisation/form

bro i read nothing in my life

we can only engage in such a way

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

bro i read nothing in my life

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