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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Today I felt like starting

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Rain, starting

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Lift Analysis

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

much more tactility

propensity within someone

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Picture

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so an active mazelike process

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

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

its performative

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

Worse Lift

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

"Put a blanket."

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

so at the end