i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
ion
autonomy of learning
lol
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
as in
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
sorry i am texting like a slav
send link
Today I felt like starting
no longer writing in the third person
but i respect your search
isaac
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
like magnets
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
really i want the internet
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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
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.