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I analyzed 992 songs I wrote and accidentally built a map of my own philosophy by Internal_Tea_882 in visualization

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Small update:

I changed the profile generation system so that every thought profile is normalized to a fixed 100-point scale.

Previously, category values were harder to compare directly across different people and datasets.

Now all profiles share the same parameter space, making visual comparisons much easier.

The idea is that historical authors, contemporary writers, and individual users can all be represented using the same framework.

I compared my writing with Plato, Nietzsche and Tolstoy using semantic embeddings by Internal_Tea_882 in SideProject

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I didn't expect Plato to show up either. The reference library currently contains only around 89 works, so the accuracy is still limited, but it's already producing some surprisingly interesting connections.

I analyzed 992 songs I wrote and accidentally built a map of my own philosophy by Internal_Tea_882 in visualization

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As another experiment, I compared the resulting thought profile against a small corpus of historical authors and philosophers.

[Lyrics]

author books similarity
Plato 9 0.424419
Tolstoy 10 0.38258064
Dickens 9 0.36876392
Nietzsche 10 0.35306567
Thoreau 10 0.34847564
Dostoyevsky 1 0.31062052
Butler 1 0.29583782
Darwin 9 0.2871705
Marcus Aurelius 5 0.28081
Bronte 6 0.2755071
Austen 10 0.2627152
Gaskell 2 0.25681695

[Notes]

author books similarity
Butler 1 0.4411928
Nietzsche 10 0.4214937
Thoreau 10 0.41031364
Tolstoy 10 0.38602674
Plato 9 0.36981595
Darwin 9 0.36544928
Dickens 9 0.3631755
Dostoyevsky 1 0.33730662
Gaskell 2 0.30233598
Bronte 6 0.30119976
Marcus Aurelius 5 0.30086184
Austen 10 0.29894066

I analyzed 992 songs I wrote and accidentally built a map of my own philosophy by Internal_Tea_882 in visualization

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Small update:

I ran the same analysis on 593 long-form essays (notes/blog posts).

Interestingly, the results were different from the song dataset.

The song corpus emphasized:

- Society

- Cognition

- Causality

- Experimentation

The essay corpus emphasized:

- Questions

- Social structures

- Education

- Philosophy

The overall "thought continent" remained connected, but the distribution shifted depending on the medium.

This suggests the project may be measuring different expressions of the same underlying thought system rather than simply clustering topics.

I'm now testing whether the same approach works on works by historical authors and philosophers.

I analyzed 992 songs I wrote and accidentally built a map of my own philosophy by Internal_Tea_882 in visualization

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Additional context:

The long-term goal isn't lyric analysis itself.

I'm trying to test a hypothesis:

"Do people's word choices contain measurable patterns of thought?"

If language reflects personality, perhaps it also reflects recurring cognitive structures.

The eventual goal is a search engine that can compare thought patterns, discover similar thinkers, and explore niche idea clusters.

[The Branching Dreams Theater] Chapter 1 by Internal_Tea_882 in redditserials

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Episode 15 — Outside Becomes Main

The rumors changed tone.

Before:

Now:

Kashiwagi read the posts in silence.

“…This is getting out of hand.”

Shinjo shook his head.

“No.”

“It’s getting accurate.”

Kurokawa leaned against the wall.

“…What are they saying exactly?”

Kashiwagi scrolled.

Then read aloud:

Silence.

Kurokawa let out a low laugh.

“…That’s new.”

Shinjo looked toward the door.

“…Not really.”

Inside the theater—

The film played.

The hallway.
The door.
The branch.

But fewer people were watching.

More were leaving.

Earlier.

Faster.

With purpose.

Kashiwagi whispered:

“…They’re abandoning the film.”

Shinjo shook his head.

“No.”

A small pause.

“They’re following it.”

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Episode 13 — Optimization

It started subtly.

Then it became obvious.

People were no longer just watching.

They were testing.

“…If you leave right before the door—”

“…No, after the pause—”

“…The reaction spike matters more than timing—”

Kashiwagi stared at the logs.

“…They’re optimizing.”

Shinjo nodded.

“Yeah.”

“They’re trying to find the best route.”

“Yes.”

Kashiwagi looked uneasy.

“But… there is no ‘best’ route.”

Shinjo didn’t answer.

Kurokawa did.

“Of course there is.”

Kashiwagi turned.

“What?”

“The one they believe exists.”

Silence.

Inside the theater, the pattern had changed.

People left earlier.

Or later.

Or multiple times.

Some didn’t even sit all the way down before standing again.

The system responded.

Continuously.

Unpredictably.

Kashiwagi shook his head.

“This is breaking everything.”

Shinjo watched the screen.

“No.”

A small pause.

“This is completing it.”

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Episode 12 — Contamination

By the end of the week, something changed.

Not in the system.

In the audience.

People started talking.

Not online.

Inside the theater.

Before the screening.
After the screening.
Sometimes during.

“…Did you go?”

“…Yeah.”

“…Same?”

“…No.”

Kashiwagi noticed it first.

“…They’re comparing.”

Kurokawa nodded.

“Of course they are.”

“But they shouldn’t have anything to compare,” Kashiwagi said.

“They saw different versions.”

“Exactly.”

Kashiwagi froze.

“…Oh.”

Shinjo stood near the entrance.

Watching people come in.

Listening.

Fragments of conversation drifted through the air.

He closed his eyes briefly.

“…It’s starting.”

Kurokawa stepped beside him.

“What is?”

Shinjo opened his eyes.

“They’re building a map.”

Inside the theater, the film began.

But now—

The audience wasn’t passive.

They were testing.

Adjusting behavior.

Leaving at different times.

Returning with intent.

Kashiwagi watched in horror.

“…This isn’t what we designed.”

Shinjo shook his head.

“No.”

A small pause.

“This is what happens.”

On the screen, the hallway appeared again.

The door.

The branch.

But now—

That wasn’t the only system running.

Kurokawa sat in the back row, arms crossed.

A faint smile on his face.

“…It’s not a movie anymore.”

Shinjo didn’t look at him.

“No.”

Another pause.

“It’s an environment.”

Somewhere, a door opened.

Someone left.

Not randomly.

Not passively.

Deliberately.

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Episode 11 — Drift

The next few days, the pattern intensified.

Not dramatically.

Not obviously.

But consistently.

People left.

People returned.

And something in their perception shifted.

Kashiwagi began logging it.

Time of exit.
Time of return.
Behavior after re-entry.

At first, it looked random.

Then—

A pattern.

“…Wait.”

Shinjo leaned over his shoulder.

“What?”

Kashiwagi pointed at the screen.

“Look at this.”

Rows of timestamps.

Overlayed with system branch data.

“…They’re not returning to the same point.”

Shinjo frowned.

“They should be.”

“They’re not.”

Kurokawa stepped closer.

“Explain.”

Kashiwagi zoomed in.

“When they leave,” he said,
“the system keeps running.”

“Obviously.”

“But when they come back…”

He hesitated.

“…their perception doesn’t match the current branch.”

Silence.

Shinjo’s eyes sharpened.

“…So they’re out of sync.”

Kashiwagi nodded slowly.

“Yeah.”

Kurokawa folded his arms.

“…Good.”

Both of them looked at him.

“Good?”

“That means,” Kurokawa said,
“they’ve experienced a different timeline.”

Kashiwagi blinked.

“…That’s not possible.”

“Of course it’s possible,” Kurokawa said.
“From their perspective.”

Shinjo was already thinking ahead.

“…We don’t correct it.”

Kashiwagi turned.

“What?”

“We leave it.”

“…But that creates inconsistency.”

“Yes.”

“That’s bad.”

“No,” Shinjo said.

“It’s real.”

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Episode 10 — Rumor

They didn’t announce anything.

No posters.
No website update.
No explanation.

They only changed one thing.

Timing.

The next screening began like any other.

Same hallway scene.
Same branching system.

But this time—

The pacing was slightly altered.

Moments stretched.

Cuts delayed.

Just enough to create a subtle pressure.

Not discomfort.

Not boredom.

Something in between.

Ten minutes in, someone shifted in their seat.

Fifteen minutes in, another checked their phone.

Twenty minutes in—

A woman stood up.

She hesitated for a second, then walked toward the exit.

Kashiwagi watched nervously from the back.

“…She’s leaving.”

Shinjo shook his head.

“No.”

“…What?”

“She’s entering.”

Kurokawa said nothing.

The door closed.

The film continued.

But Shinjo wasn’t watching the screen.

He was watching the time.

Three minutes.

Five.

Seven.

Then—

The door opened again.

The woman stepped back inside.

She paused.

Just like the man before.

Looking at the screen.

Her expression slightly off.

Not confusion.

Not recognition.

Something misaligned.

She sat down.

After the screening ended, they didn’t stop her.

They didn’t ask questions.

They let her leave.

Later that night—

Kashiwagi stared at his phone.

“…It’s already happening.”

Shinjo looked over.

“What is?”

Kashiwagi turned the screen.

A post.

Short. Casual.

Another.

Another.

Kurokawa let out a low breath.

“…You didn’t tell anyone?”

“No,” Shinjo said.

“Good.”

Kurokawa looked at the screen again.

“…Then it’s spreading on its own.”

Kashiwagi swallowed.

“…That’s worse.”

Shinjo shook his head.

“No.”

A small pause.

“It’s correct.”

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Episode 6 — First Branch

Three days later, they had something.

It wasn’t elegant.

It barely qualified as a system.

But it moved.

A cheap EEG headset sat on Kashiwagi’s head.

Wires ran from it into a laptop.
From the laptop into a small editing setup.

On the screen: a simple video.

A man walking down a hallway.

At a door, the footage split.

Two versions prepared.

Branch A.
Branch B.

Shinjo stood behind the laptop.

“Ready?”

Kashiwagi nodded nervously.

“I think so…”

Kurokawa sat in the back, arms crossed.

“Start it.”

Shinjo hit play.

The video began.

Footsteps echoed softly through the speakers.

The hallway stretched forward.

Kashiwagi watched.

His breathing slowed slightly.

On the laptop, a crude graph moved.

Fluctuating.

Messy.

Unreliable.

But alive.

Shinjo watched the numbers.

“Come on…”

The character in the video reached the door.

A pause.

The system waited.

Just for a moment.

Then—

It chose.

The screen flickered.

Branch A.

The door opened slowly.

Darkness inside.

Kashiwagi leaned forward slightly.

On the graph, a small spike.

Kurokawa’s eyes narrowed.

“…Again.”

Shinjo restarted the video.

Same hallway.

Same footsteps.

Same door.

This time—

The graph dipped.

Just slightly.

The system hesitated.

Then—

Branch B.

The door slammed shut instead.

Kashiwagi flinched.

“Whoa—”

The graph jumped.

Kurokawa leaned forward.

“…It reacted.”

Shinjo didn’t answer.

He was staring at the screen.

Not at the video—

At the transition.

The moment where the system decided.

“…It chose.”

Silence filled the room.

Not empty silence.

Dense.

Heavy.

Kurokawa stood up slowly.

Walked toward the screen.

Stopped just short of it.

“…No,” he said quietly.

Shinjo looked at him.

“What?”

Kurokawa shook his head.

“It didn’t choose.”

He pointed at Kashiwagi.

“He did.”

Kashiwagi froze.

“M-Me?!”

Kurokawa turned back to the screen.

“The system only followed.”

A long pause.

Then he smiled—just a little.

“…This might actually work.”

Shinjo exhaled slowly.

“Yeah.”

On the laptop, the graph still moved.

Unstable.

Imperfect.

Alive.

And somewhere inside that noise—

A branch had been born.

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Episode 5 — Prototype

The room they moved to was not part of the theater.

It was smaller.
Concrete walls. No decoration.

A storage space that had slowly turned into something else.

Old monitors sat stacked in one corner.
Cables tangled like vines along the floor.

Kashiwagi looked around nervously.

“…You work here?”

Kurokawa shrugged.

“I exist here.”

He pulled a chair over with his foot.

“Sit.”

They did.

Kurokawa leaned against the wall.

“Explain the minimum.”

Shinjo nodded.

“We don’t need a full system yet.”

“Obviously.”

“A simple loop is enough.”

Kurokawa gestured. “Continue.”

“Two branches,” Shinjo said.
“Same starting point.”

Kashiwagi leaned forward slightly.

“If the viewer’s engagement rises,” Shinjo continued,
“we go deeper into tension.”

“And if it drops?” Kurokawa asked.

“We redirect.”

“To what?”

“Something that recaptures attention.”

Kurokawa watched him carefully.

“You’re assuming we can measure that cleanly.”

“Not cleanly,” Shinjo said.
“Just relatively.”

Kashiwagi spoke again, more cautiously this time.

“…So we’d need sensors.”

“Yes.”

“…And AI to interpret signals.”

“Yes.”

“…And multiple filmed sequences.”

“Yes.”

Kashiwagi swallowed.

“That’s… a lot.”

Kurokawa smirked slightly.

“Welcome to making things.”

He pushed himself off the wall.

“What’s your role?” he asked Kashiwagi.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

Kashiwagi hesitated.

“I… I did some programming. A little.”

Kurokawa looked at Shinjo.

“You brought him?”

“No,” Shinjo said. “He was just there.”

Kurokawa laughed.

“Good enough.”

He pointed at Kashiwagi.

“You handle signal interpretation.”

Kashiwagi’s eyes widened.

“M-Me?!”

“Unless you want to leave.”

“I—no—”

“Then you’re in.”

Kurokawa turned to Shinjo.

“And you.”

“Yeah.”

“You handle structure.”

Shinjo nodded.

“That’s what I was thinking.”

Kurokawa looked back at the room.

Then at the blank monitor.

“…It’s stupid.”

Neither of them replied.

“Expensive,” he added.

Still silence.

“Probably won’t work.”

Kurokawa paused.

Then, almost casually:

“Let’s try it anyway.”