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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

so the method has to be autonomous

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

2 (actually index). two is company

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

hello reader,

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

but really the thing should be autonomous

so an active mazelike process

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.