it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

its good short few pages

i love it here

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

like magnets

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

autonomy of learning

Can I see

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

yeah

isaac

plato

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

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

thank you

fw