Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching? 

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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.

that looks like my instagram account

Style

whats your name?

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

lol

its good

plato

division of reality is straying away from it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

in a post. I want to be remembered

yeah

sorry i am texting like a slav

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

is everyoneback on tumblr now

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

have you read

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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