feel you
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
really i want the internet
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
sorry i am texting like a slav
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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 language, they have to speak
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
Thank you, Jack
which magnetises chains of pins
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
you cannot feed someone truth
kind of mythopoesis
magnetisation/form
and the fake qualifier
your feed looks like my tumblr
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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 see a website
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it