As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
really i want the internet
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dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
yes
kind of mythopoesis
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
autonomy of learning
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.you cannot feed someone truth
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever