no longer writing in the third person
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
so at the end
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i love it here
its performative
i understand
hello reader,
i really havent
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
have you read
as in
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i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
ion
what do you mean
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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
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.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
that looks like my instagram account
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.