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

not their contents

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.

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

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

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

so at the end

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

you cannot feed someone truth

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

hello reader,


your feed looks like my tumblr

2 (actually index). two is company

and the fake qualifier

whats your name?

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

the site i am dreaming

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

what do you think my name is