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
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i love it here
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
your feed looks like my tumblr
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
that looks like my instagram account
bro i read nothing in my life
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.
was it worth it
so an active mazelike process
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
abrar?
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
autonomy of learning
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i dont understand magnetisation
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Thank you, Jack
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged