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.

thank you

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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I am below everything.

Worse Lift

it is hopeful

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

IWGD

"Put a blanket."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its good

...

you cannot feed someone truth

sorry i am texting like a slav

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