it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

sorry i am texting like a slav

ahnaf abrar

what do you mean

god being the centre magnet

ion

no like which do people call me

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i understand

plato

have you read

feel you

its good

which magnetises chains of pins

isaac newton

its good short few pages

i want to do that too

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

its good

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

fw

yeah

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

...

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me