feel you

isaac newton

which magnetises chains of pins

have you read

so the method has to be autonomous

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone truth

isaac

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

i understand

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

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
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.

all that is to say

Can I see

we can only engage in such a way

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.

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

what do you mean

December 2025

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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.