He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

god being the centre magnet

i was tempted to lie about my name

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

no like which do people call me

its good

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

like magnets

i want to do that too

and the fake qualifier

isaac newton

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

lol

I Write Goodbye Letter