She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

isaac newton

as in

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

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

you cannot feed someone truth

really i want the internet

abrar?

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

lol yea

is everyoneback on tumblr now

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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


whats your name?

its good


no i haven't really read anything

ion

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

so the method has to be autonomous

magnetisation/form

i dont understand magnetisation

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Thank you, Jack

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

have you read

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.