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.

like first name

Today I felt like starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.


its performative

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

so the method has to be autonomous

so at the end

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

its good short few pages

what do you think my name is

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

i want to do that too

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

no longer writing in the third person

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