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.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
its good
and the fake qualifier
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
its good short few pages
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
isaac
propensity within someone
magnetises a pin
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
i want to do that too
is this you as well
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