Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
so at the end
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i understand
its performative
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
autonomy of learning
its good short few pages
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i want to do that too
is everyoneback on tumblr now
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
like first name
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i love it here