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
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
in a post. I want to be remembered
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
magnetisation/form
Lift Analysis
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i understand
so at the end
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
and the fake qualifier
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i was tempted to lie about my name
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever