i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
not their contents
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
really i want the internet
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.
autonomy of learning
but i respect your search
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
so at the end
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
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
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
division of reality is straying away from it
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
so an active mazelike process
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
but really the thing should be autonomous