like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Rain, starting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

kind of mythopoesis

its performative

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

IWGD

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

but really the thing should be autonomous

        13       |
                |
                |
            H   |
                |
                |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
                |

not so on: yvf(wthw)

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thank you, Jack

Better Lift

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 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

2 (actually index). two is company

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.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you