hiding from the rain
"Put a blanket."
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
but really the thing should be autonomous
so at the end
is everyoneback on tumblr now
isaac
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
no longer writing in the third person
i dont understand magnetisation
idk
was it worth it
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
lol yea
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
feel you
lol
have you read
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine