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.

Picture

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.

hiding from the rain

i really havent

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

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

whats your name?

barren land

Rain, starting

division of reality is straying away from it

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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 im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we can only engage in such a way

IWGD

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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all that is to say

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

much more tactility

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

isaac

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