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.

Slug

...

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so at the end

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

barren land

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

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

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

IWGD

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."

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

Today I felt like starting