you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

you have a beautiful account btw

but really the thing should be autonomous

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

so an active mazelike process

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content