was it worth it

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

no longer writing in the third person

Can I see

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

is this you as well

really i want the internet

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

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

magnetisation/form

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i was tempted to lie about my name

Today I felt like starting

yeah

you cannot feed someone truth

its performative

you have a beautiful account btw

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

thank you

sorry i am texting like a slav