like first name

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. 

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kind of mythopoesis

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

hiding from the rain

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

magnetisation/form

barren land

much more tactility

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

so an active mazelike process

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