and the fake qualifier

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

idk

isaac

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 first name

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

sorry i am texting like a slav

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

much more tactility

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

so at the end

1

division of reality is straying away from it

i really havent

its performative

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

fw

and the fake qualifier

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.