The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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.

currently

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

no longer writing in the third person

Thank you, Jack

Today I felt like starting

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

so an active mazelike process

lol yea

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

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

hiding from the rain

propensity within someone

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i love it here

isaac

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

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.

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

which magnetises chains of pins