as in
god being the centre magnet
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
propensity within someone
autonomy of learning
not their contents
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
your feed looks like my tumblr
its performative
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
division of reality is straying away from it
lol yea
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
yeah
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
much more tactility
so the method has to be autonomous
i have read not even 1 book
send your tumblr
so an active mazelike process
no longer writing in the third person
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
you cannot feed someone truth
barren land
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
all that is to say
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
hiding from the rain
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
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos