It Will Get Lighter

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.

no longer writing in the third person

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we can only engage in such a way

that looks like my instagram account

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

propensity within someone

It Will Get Lighter

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

barren land

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

yes

so at the end

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

so the method has to be autonomous

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

all that is to say