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

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

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

you cannot feed someone truth

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Thank you, Jack

so at the end

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

yes

really i want the internet

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

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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.

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

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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