The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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

i see a website

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

as in

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

that looks like my instagram account

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

lol

much more tactility


Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

Rain, starting