my dream of building a timber-framed cabin with sturdy joinery is like a desire for a good skeleton, a safe body, peace, boundaries, stable structure, interlocking frames of intelligibility, deep rugged coherence, unpretentious unquestionable beauty, fields of strong centers
embodied embedded enactive extended cognition: it seems to me that to participate in life is to be perpetually dissatisfied with the state of the surrounding environment and continually work on it as if refactoring and optimizing a computer program or editing a book
it's almost like Hegelian idealism: the physical world is part of the mental world, though for me it's been easier to imagine that I live inside of language ("the house of being") than to realize that I live inside of nature and the city
it's also just the necessary insurrection against the metaverse, building precious zones of autonomy outside the matrix, searching for alpha in neglected practices, online open source teleological tinkering, becoming a means of production and reclaiming resonant work 
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