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 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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

magnetises a pin

no like which do people call me

plato

god being the centre magnet

i dont understand magnetisation

its good

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

isaac newton

It Will Get Lighter

have you read

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

"Put a blanket."

that looks like my instagram account

Better Lift