Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

hiding from the rain

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

13, H, grate

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

you cannot feed someone truth


that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

and the fake qualifier

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

kind of mythopoesis

Worse Lift

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

ahnaf abrar

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i want to do that too

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

...

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.


whats your name?