whats your name?

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

you have a beautiful account btw

much more tactility

It Will Get Lighter

you cannot feed someone truth

its performative

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

propensity within someone

Rain, starting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

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

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

bro i read nothing in my life

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

Pimlico Rats

division of reality is straying away from it

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 am quite illiterate on producing technology