One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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.

it is hopeful

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

barren land

so the method has to be autonomous

much more tactility

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

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i see a website

propensity within someone

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i have read not even 1 book

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

not their contents

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Better Lift

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.