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

IWGD

you have a beautiful account btw

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

Better Lift

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

what do you mean

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.

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ion

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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

fw

its performative