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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

kind of mythopoesis

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

what do you mean

plato

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

idk

propensity within someone

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

like magnets

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

you cannot feed someone truth

magnetisation/form

Lift Analysis

god being the centre magnet

thank you

fw

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

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

what do you think my name is