She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

hiding from the rain

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Today I felt like starting

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Picture


i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

and the fake qualifier

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

bro i read nothing in my life

i really havent

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

I am below everything.

lol

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

that looks like my instagram account

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

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

send your tumblr

much more tactility