One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

lol yea

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

send your tumblr

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

yeah

it is hopeful

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

i have read not even 1 book

that looks like my instagram account

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

so an active mazelike process

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

or never left

is everyoneback on tumblr now

fw

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.