I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Worse Lift

so at the end

not their contents

its performative

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

send link

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

you cannot feed someone truth

lol yea

fw

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

so an active mazelike process

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

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

bro i read nothing in my life

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

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

but i respect your search

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i really havent

yeah

wait what is that

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