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

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

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.

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i dont understand magnetisation

have you read

what do you mean

"Put a blanket."

Worse Lift

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

plato

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i have read not even 1 book

so at the end

and the fake qualifier

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

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

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

isaac