think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
much more tactility
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
autonomy of learning
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
currently
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
no longer writing in the third person
"Put a blanket."
you have a beautiful account btw
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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
magnetisation/form
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
hiding from the rain
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
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
Lift Analysis
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
really i want the internet
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
yes
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.