its good
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
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.barren land
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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
division of reality is straying away from it
its performative
your feed looks like my tumblr
not so on: yvf(wthw)
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
...
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
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.