I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
have you read
is this you as well
fw
that looks like my instagram account
idk
yes
lol
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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 guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
so at the end
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
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.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
so the method has to be autonomous
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
really i want the internet
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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.
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
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