Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

much more tactility

no longer writing in the third person

IWGD

Better Lift

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.

currently

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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.

autonomy of learning