sorry i am texting like a slav

Rain, starting

Thank you, Jack

hiding from the rain

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

you have a beautiful account btw

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"Put a blanket."

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

god being the centre magnet

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

its good

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

magnetises a pin

what do you think my name is

fw

you cannot feed someone truth

so an active mazelike process

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

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