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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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

ahnaf abrar


i really havent

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

i want to do that too

so the method has to be autonomous

its good

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


we can only engage in such a way

its performative

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

really i want the internet

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

send your tumblr


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

magnetises a pin

as in

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

magnetisation/form