We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
bro i read nothing in my life
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Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
feel you
lol
is this you as well
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
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
abrar?
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
but really the thing should be autonomous
no i haven't really read anything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
or never left
yeah
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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