I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
yeah
that looks like my instagram account
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
its good short few pages
lol yea
no i haven't really read anything
is this you as well
much more tactility
abrar?
what do you think my name is
sorry i am texting like a slav
what do you mean
have you read
you cannot feed someone truth
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
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
currently
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
so the method has to be autonomous
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
or never left
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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
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