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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. 

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Rain, starting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Style

much more tactility

but i respect your search

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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.

you have a beautiful account btw

i see a website

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

really i want the internet

kind of mythopoesis

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

hiding from the rain

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Picture

It Will Get Lighter