And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

no longer writing in the third person

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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 love it here

IWGD

i was tempted to lie about my name

so at the end

isaac newton

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

is this you as well

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

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

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

like magnets

yeah

autonomy of learning

much more tactility

division of reality is straying away from it

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Rain, starting

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"