i love it here

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

i see a website

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Better Lift

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I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

division of reality is straying away from it

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

autonomy of learning

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so at the end

much more tactility

that looks like my instagram account

your feed looks like my tumblr

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

or never left

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

barren land

so an active mazelike process

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

all that is to say