sorry i am texting like a slav
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
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
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."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
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine