a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

hello reader,

isaac

its good

i understand

we need to be deconstructing our identities

your feed looks like my tumblr


so the method has to be autonomous

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

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.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

that looks like my instagram account

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Thank you, Jack

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