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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i really havent

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

and the fake qualifier

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

magnetisation/form

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i want to do that too

its good

I Write Goodbye Letter

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

but i respect your search

i see a website

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

the site i am dreaming

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

sorry i am texting like a slav

Style

no i haven't really read anything

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.

not their contents

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl