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really i want the internet

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

all that is to say

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

you cannot feed someone truth

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

you have a beautiful account btw

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.