no like which do people call me

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.

Better Lift

Rain, starting

you have a beautiful account btw

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

currently

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

much more tactility

so the method has to be autonomous

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything