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
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
much more tactility
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
like first name
like magnets
its good
barren land
yeah
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i was tempted to lie about my name
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
as in