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.

yeah

barren land

propensity within someone

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

lol yea

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

much more tactility

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

we can only engage in such a way

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

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

lol

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

...

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged


confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

bro i read nothing in my life

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

its performative

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class