One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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
propensity within someone
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
send your tumblr
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things