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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

I Write Goodbye Letter

autonomy of learning

that looks like my instagram account

is everyoneback on tumblr now

magnetisation/form

or never left

so at the end

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

isaac newton

so an active mazelike process

no like which do people call me

have you read

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

I am below everything.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

what do you think my name is

so the method has to be autonomous

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i have read not even 1 book

like first name

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

and the fake qualifier

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

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 see a website

kind of mythopoesis

your feed looks like my tumblr

isaac

Can I see

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

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.