Today I felt like starting

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

much more tactility

so at the end

It Will Get Lighter

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

in a post. I want to be remembered

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

so an active mazelike process

autonomy of learning

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

13, H, grate

really i want the internet

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


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.