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.

Rain, starting

its performative

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

we can only engage in such a way

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

sorry i am texting like a slav

have you read

currently

kind of mythopoesis

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

your feed looks like my tumblr

i dont understand magnetisation

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Worse Lift

whats your name?

no i haven't really read anything

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

its good