The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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
you cannot feed someone truth
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i see a website
but really the thing should be autonomous
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
you have a beautiful account btw
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
autonomy of learning
or never left
isaac
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
yes
i have read not even 1 book
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.