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.

It Will Get Lighter

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

IWGD

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

currently

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i see a website

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Thank you, Jack

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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

thank you

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

isaac