you cannot feed someone truth
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
isaac
idk
i understand
have you read
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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.
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
so the method has to be autonomous
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
isaac newton
plato
is this you as well
sorry i am texting like a slav
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
really i want the internet
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
you have a beautiful account btw
not so on: yvf(wthw)
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt