something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

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

we can only engage in such a way

so the method has to be autonomous

division of reality is straying away from it

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

propensity within someone

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

its performative

Slug

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

its good

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

It Will Get Lighter

as in

all that is to say

have you read

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

no longer writing in the third person

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 know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

is everyoneback on tumblr now

"Put a blanket."

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."