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.
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.
so an active mazelike process
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
not their contents
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
Can I see
you cannot feed someone truth
what do you think my name is
"Put a blanket."
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
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i dont understand magnetisation
propensity within someone
Lift Analysis
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
as in