so at the end

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.

"Put a blanket."

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

you have a beautiful account btw

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

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

idk

yeah

plato

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

like magnets