" a humble archivist's pleas . "
"why do you have a compendium. what the hell." is what a normal, uninitiated person would say. i am neither of the above. welcome to the log! the lifelog! the log of life. basically the point of this is that i hate the idea of dying without leaving a really ominous monolith of all the knowledge ive accumulated (← guy who knows a lot of things. did you know that? i know a lot of stuff.) and i decided yeah sure man i made a shoddy website via the code editor that was part of a mandatory python unit in math class (and i also used that code editor all throughout a class i took where we learned java.) and then i was like oh this is kind of a shitty spot to put it so im moving it! its moving here. thats the point. i yap about bullshit and maybe one day itll be enough for you too to be like "wow this guy knows a lot of things. i knew that. he knows a lot."
2/25/2025
wow this is such an even and smooth date. loving it. i meant to get this compendium set up at the beginning of the year (aka back in january) actually..... i should import the old entry (but scrap the "who am i" jazz because either you know me personally already or youre literally face to face with the website that says "about me". there should be no questions there i hope.)
old entry, no date
hm. how does one even manage to compile all the knowledge they know ever. i mean its only 16 years of existence total (to be later updated or something) and i wasnt even conscious for those first few ones. how hard could it be. so what topic to start with... arguably the thing i know the most of is language. but how does one possibly say every word they've ever known? perhaps, the highest executory levels of my conviction via linguistic structure may henceforth prove my capabilites to remain up to par. thus, the compendium of eden shall be composed in such a manner.
possibly the most easily digestible and comprehensive method i may imagine of thoroughly showing my prowess and existence to have left a stain somewhere in the world would be through regularly timed, well written, and thoughtfully noted additions. eventually, given the passing of time is inevitable, the past may find itself immersed in the roots of the present and allow itself to become sufficiently revealed to the prying eyes of spectators. unfortunately, aptly picking conversatory beginnings in order to agitate the sands that lie at the bottom of the canyon to rise to the surface and rear their ugly heads lies firmly out of my wheelhouse. i suppose a suitable dip into the water would concern myself? if the compendium's purpose is to showcase my knowledge, it feels only just for all spectators to have some sort of comprehension of its composer, whether it becomes superficial or not... on that note, i greet you.
[REDACTED]. i don't remember when my... let's say "passion for useless knowledge" began, exactly, nor my frantic obsession with leaving some sort of monolith in a corn field (sic.) to let my existence be known, but it happened. we're here now. i hope this fulfills your craving for background information. i'll put more stuff in the compendium later...
wow i wonder what THAT guy was on about. anyway i am going to be the most insufferable person ever and continue to write with showy purple prose from here on out. youre welcome. thank you thank you.
3/13/2025
truly, i find it a thing most treacherousーdare i say villanousーthat the human mind lacks the capability to catalog its lived experiences through time immemorial in utmost pristine condition to the current day. this concept of "forgetting". it brings its benefits in paving the way for what is deemed most "important" or "useful", and finds itself quite talented in the form of removing that which is unpleasant to its holder. simple sensations such as "pain" can be disregarded with ease. discomforts may be purged, lest they settle themselves into all present sensations dreadfully and without warning. truly, it's an unexpected stroke of genius for such a thing to happen with no user input; it makes it an incredibly streamlined process. alas, seeing the one before you, i'm quite sure you may understand the toll it takes upon my psyche to know such is inevitable. these fleeting and fickle parts of the mind and its recollections, i wish to treasure them and keep them held in my grasp until the world itself ends and takes all life out at the same instantaneous moment of relief and terror. knowing that such shall one day all slip through my fingertips, not even becoming compost for what lies ahead of me, brings me one of the most primordial and deep set fears i have brought myself to know. i wish naught but to live on. to remember and be remembered. watching the clock tick reminds me that these things that bring me momentary pleasure matter not in our vast, vast plane of existence. truthfully, my heart aches to know it. despite this, i bring myself to move forward each day. i focus my sights on the present and work with what i am given. the cards in my hand cannot be reshuffled and thus i must play them as i see fit. i will write. i will scrawl. i will scratch and carve upon stone and glass until i am left for ages to come. my name will be echoed by those for generations to come, and i will make sure of it. one day, i tell you, one day, i will be renowned and remembered. just as i have desired in my youth.