lol

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

propensity within someone

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

its performative

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

yeah

its good

ion

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i really havent

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

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

all that is to say

wait what is that

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

It Will Get Lighter

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

send link

its good

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i see a website