autonomy of learning

13, H, grate

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?



It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.


it is hopeful


Picture

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

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

really i want the internet

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

as in

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything


nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i was tempted to lie about my name

its good short few pages

isaac

It Will Get Lighter

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.


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.