As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

Today I felt like starting

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

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 see a website


13, H, grate

autonomy of learning

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

but i respect your search


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

so the method has to be autonomous

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

magnetisation/form

is this you as well

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Lift Analysis

bro i read nothing in my life

much more tactility

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

feel you

its good