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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

hello reader,

feel you

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

autonomy of learning

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

not so on: yvf(wthw)

you cannot feed someone truth

and the fake qualifier

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.

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

wait what is that

Better Lift

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

this will be about a slug

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

Thank you, Jack

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging