but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
and the fake qualifier
currently
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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 sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
its good
send link
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i really havent
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
was it worth it
plato
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
no longer writing in the third person
i have read not even 1 book
or never left
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
really i want the internet
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
what do you think my name is
ahnaf abrar
you cannot feed someone truth