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.

Today I felt like starting

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.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i dont understand magnetisation

"Put a blanket."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Better Lift

plato

or never left

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

have you read

Better Lift

is this you as well

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

kind of mythopoesis

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone truth

no longer writing in the third person


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting