that looks like my instagram account

yeah

division of reality is straying away from it

its performative

or never left

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetisation/form

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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.

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

god being the centre magnet

it is hopeful

currently

plato

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

Rain, starting

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

13, H, grate

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

idk

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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like magnets

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.

have you read