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I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

thank you

barren land

plato

that looks like my instagram account

its good

whats your name?

your feed looks like my tumblr

lol yea

idk

so an active mazelike process

which magnetises chains of pins

its good short few pages

autonomy of learning

isaac

yeah

its performative

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

yeah

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

we can only engage in such a way

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 am quite illiterate on producing technology

Thank you, Jack

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

all that is to say

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

sorry i am texting like a slav

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

yes