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'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
feel you
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.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
was it worth it
i want to do that too
you cannot feed someone truth
i was tempted to lie about my name
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
but really the thing should be autonomous
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i dont understand magnetisation
magnetises a pin
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
what do you think my name is
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
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 it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
sorry i am texting like a slav
plato
whats your name?