i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

It Will Get Lighter

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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division of reality is straying away from it

Lift Analysis

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

wait what is that

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

lol

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.

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

i have read not even 1 book

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

kind of mythopoesis