you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

IWGD

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

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wait what is that

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

the site i am dreaming

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

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i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

that looks like my instagram account

you have a beautiful account btw

autonomy of learning

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

i want to do that too

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 really the thing should be autonomous

no longer writing in the third person

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

It Will Get Lighter

really i want the internet

god being the centre magnet

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

isaac newton