you know who you are. no more time, not like

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

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

Can I see

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

but really the thing should be autonomous

It Will Get Lighter

13, H, grate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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it is hopeful

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

you cannot feed someone truth

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

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

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