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 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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

hiding from the rain

Lift Analysis

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

kind of mythopoesis

god being the centre magnet

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

idk

yeah

autonomy of learning

or never left

is everyoneback on tumblr now

like magnets

IWGD

ion

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

i understand

lol yea