It Will Get Lighter

But seriously, thank you, Jack

idk

i understand

plato

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

its performative

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

is this you as well

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

isaac newton

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

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 see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

IWGD

you have a beautiful account btw

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

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

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

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

but i respect your search

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.

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

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

which magnetises chains of pins

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

abrar?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting