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

yeah

so the method has to be autonomous

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

was it worth it

I Write Goodbye Letter

bro i read nothing in my life

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

and the fake qualifier

lol

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

division of reality is straying away from it

as in

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

all that is to say

god being the centre magnet

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

kind of mythopoesis

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

we can only engage in such a way

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

magnetises a pin