the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

all that is to say

Better Lift

whats your name?

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

bro i read nothing in my life

i want to do that too

yeah

no like which do people call me

as in

you cannot feed someone truth

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

kind of mythopoesis

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

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.