autonomy of learning

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

as in


this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its performative

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in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

magnetisation/form

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

2 (actually index). two is company

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


It Will Get Lighter


FOUNDING DOCUMENT

you cannot feed someone truth

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

ahnaf abrar

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

no longer writing in the third person