Dear Administration

Global Nomad Soul

Future Orchestral Microhouse, Dark Trap, Dub Step

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DEAR ADMINISTRATION

(PLEASE REMAIN ON THIS PAGE)

(Intro)

Dear Administration—

you handed an adolescent primate
a portal to the planetary archive

then said:

“Please remain on this page.”

Respectfully—

that is hilarious.

(Verse 1)

Browser means browse.
Search means scatter.
Hyperlink says:
something else matters.

Window inside window,
rabbit hole / tab stack,
forty-nine apertures
and you want one track?

Infinite library,
institutional leash—
whole human memory
three keystrokes from reach.

Then:

READ CHAPTER FOUR.
ANSWER A–D.

While my cortex has discovered
hypertextuality.

You gave divergent cognition
a multidimensional map

then seemed genuinely startled
when we left the tab.

(Chorus)

WATCH WHERE WE GO
(watch where we go)

Desire draws the map.

WATCH HOW WE KNOW
(watch how we know)

Mind to mind to mind—

SNAP.

One kid finds it.
Two kids test it.
Four cross-check it.
Whole room gets it.

Nobody taught the room—

THE ROOM KNOWS.

(refrain: the room knows)

(Verse 2)

This is distributed cognition
in suspiciously comfortable pants:

you retain coordinates,
I recognize patterns,
she remembers mirrors,
he reverse-engineers what happened.

Collective memory.
Collaborative filtering.
Peer-to-peer epistemological
packet delivering.

Search / sample / triangulate.
Fail / revise / propagate.

Dead link?
Update.

Bad source?
Debate.

Who knows what?
Who knows who?
Who knows the kid
who knows what to do?

That’s transactive memory
before we know the phrase—

social neural networks
with unfinished grades.

(refrain: unfinished grades)

(Bridge)

And underneath all this—

the contradiction:

INFINITE INFORMATION
under supervised restriction.

A machine whose native grammar is

OPEN
LINK
COPY
SHARE

inside an institution chanting

STAY
HERE
DON’T
STRAY.

You cannot hand curiosity
a teleportation device

then act betrayed
when curiosity teleports.

(Chorus)

WATCH WHERE WE GO
(watch where we go)

Desire draws the map.

WATCH HOW WE GROW
(watch how we grow)

Gap to gap to gap—

SNAP.

Whisper → bookmark.
Screenshot → Doc.
One route closes—

another one walks.

Nobody planned the path—

THE FEET KNOW.

(refrain: the feet know)

(Verse 3)

Call it distraction.

Fine.

Also call it:

distributed recall,
collective problem-solving,
reputational heuristics,
rapid risk assessment,
lateral information transfer,
adaptive route selection,
peer instruction,
iterative experimentation—

all happening before lunch

because somebody wanted
to play a game.

That part seems
pedagogically significant.

(Final Chorus)

WATCH WHERE WE GO
(watch where we go)

That’s the curriculum underneath.

WATCH HOW WE KNOW
(watch how we know)

Network / neighbor / need.

Find it.
Test it.
Fix it.
Flip it.

Teach it.
Trade it.
Fork it.
Transmit it.

Give a billion doors
to a boundary-testing brain—

of course we touch the handles.

Of course we leave the lane.

(Outro)

Dear Administration—

perhaps the problem
isn’t that children keep leaving
the sidewalk.

Perhaps you accidentally issued
every one of us

a desire-path machine.

(refrain: watch where we go)

The sidewalk says:

THIS WAY.

The grass says:

I know.

And forty little cursors

begin

to glow.

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DEAR ADMINISTRATION (PLEASE REMAIN ON THIS PAGE) (Intro) Dear Administration— you handed an adolescent primate a portal to the planetary archive then said: “Please remain on this page.” Respectfully— that is hilarious. (Verse 1) Browser means browse. Search means scatter. Hyperlink says: something else matters. Window inside window, rabbit hole / tab stack, forty-nine apertures and you want one track? Infinite library, institutional leash— whole human memory three keystrokes from reach. Then: READ CHAPTER FOUR. ANSWER A–D. While my cortex has discovered hypertextuality. You gave divergent cognition a multidimensional map then seemed genuinely startled when we left the tab. (Chorus) WATCH WHERE WE GO (watch where we go) Desire draws the map. WATCH HOW WE KNOW (watch how we know) Mind to mind to mind— SNAP. One kid finds it. Two kids test it. Four cross-check it. Whole room gets it. Nobody taught the room— THE ROOM KNOWS. (refrain: the room knows) (Verse 2) This is distributed cognition in suspiciously comfortable pants: you retain coordinates, I recognize patterns, she remembers mirrors, he reverse-engineers what happened. Collective memory. Collaborative filtering. Peer-to-peer epistemological packet delivering. Search / sample / triangulate. Fail / revise / propagate. Dead link? Update. Bad source? Debate. Who knows what? Who knows who? Who knows the kid who knows what to do? That’s transactive memory before we know the phrase— social neural networks with unfinished grades. (refrain: unfinished grades) (Bridge) And underneath all this— the contradiction: INFINITE INFORMATION under supervised restriction. A machine whose native grammar is OPEN LINK COPY SHARE inside an institution chanting STAY HERE DON’T STRAY. You cannot hand curiosity a teleportation device then act betrayed when curiosity teleports. (Chorus) WATCH WHERE WE GO (watch where we go) Desire draws the map. WATCH HOW WE GROW (watch how we grow) Gap to gap to gap— SNAP. Whisper → bookmark. Screenshot → Doc. One route closes— another one walks. Nobody planned the path— THE FEET KNOW. (refrain: the feet know) (Verse 3) Call it distraction. Fine. Also call it: distributed recall, collective problem-solving, reputational heuristics, rapid risk assessment, lateral information transfer, adaptive route selection, peer instruction, iterative experimentation— all happening before lunch because somebody wanted to play a game. That part seems pedagogically significant. (Final Chorus) WATCH WHERE WE GO (watch where we go) That’s the curriculum underneath. WATCH HOW WE KNOW (watch how we know) Network / neighbor / need. Find it. Test it. Fix it. Flip it. Teach it. Trade it. Fork it. Transmit it. Give a billion doors to a boundary-testing brain— of course we touch the handles. Of course we leave the lane. (Outro) Dear Administration— perhaps the problem isn’t that children keep leaving the sidewalk. Perhaps you accidentally issued every one of us a desire-path machine. (refrain: watch where we go) The sidewalk says: THIS WAY. The grass says: I know. And forty little cursors begin to glow.

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