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's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

IWGD

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

its good

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

yeah

propensity within someone

i want to do that too

fw

your feed looks like my tumblr

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

much more tactility

kind of mythopoesis