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.
"Put a blanket."
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
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
like magnets
autonomy of learning
propensity within someone
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yeah
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
what do you think my name is
so the method has to be autonomous
really i want the internet
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
its good short few pages
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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
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