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.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
it is hopeful
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
in a post. I want to be remembered
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
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
but really the thing should be autonomous
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
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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
autonomy of learning
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i love it here
is this you as well
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Put a blanket."
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
December 2025