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.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

so at the end

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

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

magnetises a pin

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

or never left

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

its good

"Put a blanket."

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

all that is to say

much more tactility

magnetisation/form

Can I see

I am below everything.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

is everyoneback on tumblr now

lol yea

send your tumblr

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.

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