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

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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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

really i want the internet

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me


my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given


currently

"Put a blanket."

brb i will read and reply sincerely

autonomy of learning

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

you have a beautiful account btw

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

kind of mythopoesis

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

no longer writing in the third person