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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

what do you think my name is

idk

lol yea

plato

ion

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

its good short few pages

...

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

whats your name?

bro i read nothing in my life

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

send your tumblr

i want to do that too

Worse Lift

December 2025

no i haven't really read anything

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

It Will Get Lighter

magnetises a pin

autonomy of learning

or never left