Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

send your tumblr

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so the method has to be autonomous

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

autonomy of learning

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

that looks like my instagram account

all that is to say

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

magnetisation/form

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

i love it here

as in

its good short few pages

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

its good

isaac newton

so an active mazelike process

division of reality is straying away from it

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

much more tactility

I am below everything.

barren land

i understand

fw

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

which magnetises chains of pins


yeah

plato

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Today I felt like starting