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.

much more tactility

idk

i really havent

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

IWGD

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

that looks like my instagram account

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Rain, starting

what do you think my name is

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

is this you as well

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

i see a website

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i want to do that too

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.